need that hit her. Her legs went to jelly and her heart raced as she poured her own enthusiasm into the kiss.
Zeke growled deep in his throat and wrapped his arms around her again, this time to pick her up and swing her around to brace against the foyer wall. She felt him shift down below and heard the door slam shut, then his hips were aligning with hers. She jerked as she felt the ridge of his erection nestle in against her pubic bone and without thought she wrapped her legs around his hips. Immediately, his hands shifted to grip her ass.
Zeke froze against her, then pulled his mouth away from hers to kiss first her bruised cheek, then down her neck. “I don’t know if we should do this,” he whispered. But his hands clutched her ass, and he flexed against her again.
“You’re right, we shouldn’t,” she gasped as she arched into him.
Groaning, his lips found hers again, as if he couldn’t stay away. Ember shuddered as his tongue swept into the depths of her mouth. The aggression in the move startled her, but also spiked her arousal. His heavy chest crushed her breasts, but the feel of him against her, panting for breath the way she was, exhilarated her.
One of his broad hands slid up her side, beneath her T-shirt, to the swell of her breast. Sliding his thumb between their bodies, he pushed beneath her bra to stroke over her hard nipple. Ember cried out, tearing her mouth away. “Oh, yes. Please, Zeke.”
Shoving her bra out of the way, he gripped her whole breast in his massive hand, plumping and smoothing. Her womb clenched in need as he savored her body. Then, with a final nibble at her lips, he pulled away.
“I don’t have anything to protect you with, Ember. I have to stop.”
His hand pulled away from her breast, and the other palm holding her ass began to lower her to the floor. Ember could have wept in denial. The muscles of his arms trembled, and she knew it had to be costing him as well.
For one wild moment she thought about throwing caution to the wind and letting him know that she had a five-year IUD in, but pulling away would probably be prudent. Her life was in turmoil and she didn’t know if she could be part of a relationship right now, in spite of the monumental need she had for him.
Her feet settled to the floor and her knees almost gave out. She clutched at his arms, unwilling to let him go. He stroked her hair, seeming just as reluctant.
“M-maybe w-w-we could g-g-o out someti-time.”
Ember smiled at the obvious nervousness in his deep voice and nodded her head against his chest. “I would love that.”
Finally, he pushed away from the wall and straightened, looking down at her. His were still dark, hard with determination and his jaw was clenched, as if the battle not to take her waged on inside him. Her eyes flickered at the thought and fell to the obvious erection behind the zipper of his jeans. She moaned and one hand lifted as if to touch him, but he jerked away.
“Don’t.”
His harsh face had reddened in parts and paled in others. He blinked and took another step back. Ember crossed her arms beneath her breasts, cold without his warmth. “Call me,” she whispered.
With a single tight nod, he turned and let himself out of the apartment.
Ember shivered and sank down against the wall as the cold air swirled around her.
*****
Arousal rode him hard, and it was all he could do to get to the truck and inside. He cranked the ignition, then just sat there, dragging oxygen into his lungs. Flashes of brutal memory assaulted him and he tightened his hands on the steering wheel, afraid that he would run back to bust right through her door and take her standing up. She’d cradled his face in his hands as if the marks didn’t matter, and that acceptance was heady.
But it was a treacherous road to walk.
He didn’t know if he could trust his own gut because it had been so long since he’d been involved with anybody. She’d seemed genuine in her need, but maybe he was
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