She grinned and wrapped her sheet around her again and Ezekiel snatched the towel off the bar and wrapped his waist with it.
She regarded how utterly sexy he looked that way. “Kinda skimpy.”
He put a hand on his chest with a grin. “Is that…jealousy I hear?”
“Hell yes it is. I don’t share.”
He grew serious and embraced her. “I don’t either. I promise you. I’m likely to suffocate you.”
“Impossible.”
He sucked on her neck hard enough to light fires in various parts of her body. “We’ll see.”
The challenge was one she’d gladly meet. There was no way the man could over love her. Ever.
As they traipsed back to the bedroom, Skylar wondered where the angel and Sam had gone to. Were they waiting for them to finish in another bedroom? That would be weird. She followed Ezekiel this time and admired the view. Wow. She never dreamed she’d ever get a man so perfect and sexy. For any reason. Ever.
She locked them in the bedroom and turned. Ezekiel was there, pressing his gloriously naked body up against hers, pinning her firmly to the door. “Oh.”
He gripped her lower jaw and turned her head, then sealed his hot mouth to her neck. The rigorous suction he applied and the feel of his tongue swirling on her skin brought a delicious liquid heat into her muscles, nearly incapacitating them. It was only the hunger to have him that kept her from collapsing into a puddle of desire.
His mouth slid up to her ear. “Tell me what you want. How you want it. Command me.”
Command him.
“Please, I…I’m not sure.”
“Neither am I,” she whispered back, just as desperate and lost.
“You seem so sure.” He nibbled along her jaw, his hand now on her breast, pace still hungry.
“So do you.”
“I’m only sure I want you.”
“Me too.” She raised her leg to create more friction where she desperately needed.
“Haven’t you…God I don’t know how to say this.”
“No, I’m not a virgin but that doesn’t mean I know stuff. I never did it for pleasure.”
He gasped and claimed her mouth, lacing his fingers in hers and pinning them to the door next to her head. “Same thing here,” his breath was warm as he nibbled lightly at her lip, “at least not for her pleasure.”
He dipped his head low and sucked her nipple, making Skylar gasp and despise the conversation. “I don’t want to think about you with another woman.”
His tongue was suddenly in her mouth again, his leg pushing up between hers, right into her clit. Skylar moaned and moved her hips to have more of it. “I want it to be perfect.”
God, wasn’t it already? Then she remembered how good it felt when… “Finger me.”
“Yes,” he gasped, immediately obliging.
The way he leaned his head, Skylar couldn’t tell if he needed to see what he was doing or wanted to see. When his finger carefully encountered her folds, she noticed he trembled. Poor thing, he was so nervous.
He finally gasped, “God, maybe you should be laying down for this.”
Skylar felt bad for finding him adorably sexy in his inexperience. She was happy with the idea she was his first, in this way at least. “I’m kinda glad you don’t know.” She traipsed with confidence to the bed and tossed herself onto it then turned on her side and propped her head on her hand.
He stared at her like she were a mirage come true and Skylar had to giggle from the joy that gave her. To be looked at that way was unthinkable. Like he couldn’t believe she were real and really his.
It gave her back the courage she’d always pretended to have only now it wasn’t pretend. She got up on her elbows and slowly drew her knees up. When he got to the foot of the bed, she gradually parted her legs until both touched the bed. Watching his face fill with unrestrained desire was worth all the nerve it cost.
He whispered words in that other language as he climbed on the bed, shaking his head a little. He knelt between her legs and raked his nails over her inner thighs, drawing a shiver from Skylar. Such an unexpected and delicious touch.
Skylar bit her lower lip when her eyes snagged on his massive erection. The memory of it plunging into her, brought a whimper and an involuntary rock of her hips. His finger encountered her open folds and she gasped at his velvety touch.
She gripped the bedcovers as he worked his finger into her in niggling increments, his intense gaze locked on what he was doing. He carefully entered her entirely, his middle finger exploring her inner walls along the way. She cried out and thrust herself into his touch when he reached bottom and flicked his finger while deep. He looked up at her and repeated the motion, and Skylar moaned at how wonderful it felt in that spot.