Page 68 of Wrapped in Red

“I never said I didn’t want you.” I let my eyes travel over his body. The slim fit jeans that hugged his hips and thighs, the dark long-sleeved shirt that exposed a bit of skin just below his collarbone. “You do it for me, Ez, really fucking do it for me. I just need a little time in-between to recuperate.”

Ezra’s plump lips broke out into a big smile. “I do it for you, huh?” He moved to get closer to me, sliding his hands up my chest so he could link them behind my neck. “Like you want to kiss me?”

“Yes.” I leaned down to do just that, lightly pressing my mouth over his.

“Or maybe you want to wrap your big, strong, thick arms around me?” he murmured.

I chuckled. “Yes, princess, I want to do that, too.” I tugged him against me.

“You want to stick that big, thick cock inside me?”

I growled. “Ezra, what did I just say about recuperating?”

But now that he’d mentioned it, my dickwasthickening inside my jeans.

“Doesn’t mean you don’t want to do it, though, right?” He leaned his chin onto my chest and gazed up at me with dark, heated eyes.

I pushed the hair off his forehead. “You know I do.”

When he let out that little giggle, it took all I had not to lift him up and take him to my bedroom. Correction,ourbedroom.

“You make me so happy,” Ezra whispered as he played with the hairs on the nape of my neck. “It scares me how happy I am right now.”

I saw the look in his eyes before it disappeared. “You have nothing to be scared of,” I assured him. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to take care of you. We’re together.”

Ezra nodded. “I know.”

“Hey.” I tipped his head up. “What aren’t you saying? Does this have something to do with what happened to you?”

He started to open his mouth, but then there was a knock at the door. He quickly untangled himself from my arms to go answer it before I could get an answer from him. Ezra squealed happily when he threw open the door to find Leo and Noel standing there, ushering them inside.

“I’m so glad you’re here. Come on, come on, we were just setting up the tree.” He flashed me a big smile as he took their coats.

“Sorry about this,” Noel muttered as Leo trailed behind my boyfriend like a happy puppy.

I tilted my head. “For what? Ez being, like, the nicest person on the planet?”

“I wanted to hate him. I tried, too, but he really is nice,” Noel admitted, and when I laughed, he cracked a smile. “Look, about Thanksgiving and just showing up... I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. We weren’t endgame. We had fun, but I...” I watched as Ezra came back into the living room with Leo, chatting a mile a minute. They looked like they had known one another for years.

Noel nudged my arm. “You love him. I saw it that day I showed up, and you were on the couch together. He’s fucking great.”

“Yeah, he’s fucking great,” I agreed.