Hissy Fit (The Southern Gentleman #1)(23)

I wanted to bang my head against the tiled wall behind my head to beat some sense into my godforsaken brain.

Only, before I could do that, Ezra’s hands were on my hips, hauling me over the top of him.

I gasped, surprised at the sudden movement.

Then I found his mouth slanting over the top of mine, and shit you not, I orgasmed right then and there.

I felt things inside of me clench, and the fever pitch I’d been at all night went from a slow burn at around a five on the holy shit scale, to a full-on fifteen.

I moaned into his mouth as things in my lower body started to pulse, and my pussy clenched on nothing.

There was no time to gain control of myself, though. Ezra wouldn’t let me.

We went from kissing to stripping our clothes off in a matter of seconds.

I don’t know what happened after that with the storm, because the storm inside of my body was trumping anything that happened on the outside.

Things started to happen at a fast pace.

First, I became naked before him, mostly because I was on top of him, and he was trying to free his jeans from his hips while I was still firmly planted on top of him.

Second, I might or might not have slammed my head into his chin once or twice on accident.

Last, and this was the most important, I got an eye-full of Ezra’s penis.

“Jesus Christ,” I breathed.

My gaze turned to the side, and I stared at his cock’s—which was sticking straight up and pointing at the ceiling—shadow. With the candle positioned as it was, his penis, as well as both of our bodies, were silhouetted along the wall to our left.

And the thing looked bigger than life.

I held up my arm in comparison and swallowed.

That was when he started to laugh.

“Jesus Christ, you make a man feel good,” he murmured.

Then he was running the tip of one finger along the tan areola of my left breast.

I looked at him, and his eyes were hot and captivated—by me.

“You’re really big,” I accused.

His eyes lifted to mine.

“You’re holding your arm about four inches from my cock. Of course, it’s going to look big in shadow,” he teased.

I looked down at the real thing and shook my head. “No. It’s big.”

I’d never been this close to a penis before.

In fact, all that excitement that was running through my veins just a scant minute before was now gone. In that excitement’s place was trepidation.

I wanted this. I wanted this so bad I could practically taste it.

But I was not an experienced woman. In fact, I’d literally only had one single kiss by a boy in college. That was it.

Everything was new to me, and that included all things that had to do with big equipment—i.e., penises.

His finger started to trail away from the areola and circled closer and closer to the tip of my breast until suddenly he had my nipple between two fingers.

I gasped when he pinched it. Startled, I looked up in surprise.

“You can take me.”

It wasn’t a statement as much as an order.

And when the thunder boomed outside, followed by a weird whistling noise, I said the first thing to come to my mind.

“If the walls come down around us, we’re going to be naked,” I told him. “And when rescuers come looking for us, they’ll find everything hanging out. Think of the children.”

That was when Ezra McDuff lost his patience.

He launched himself forward until my entire body was plastered to his, and he started to feast on me.

His mouth went to my breast, latching on like a man starved for touch. His hands went to my ass, and he pressed down, urging me to feel his erection pinned between my body and his.

And oh, sweet baby Jesus. The man had such a sweet mouth.

I gasped and latched onto his shoulders, fingernails digging into the soft skin at the top of his back.

I was sure that I was hurting him, but he didn’t stop his assault on my nipple, nor did he let up the pressure on my ass, allowing me to grind down into him while also trying to figure out what to do next.

Should I stay where I was? Should I move my hands? Should I touch him?

All the thoughts swirling in my mind was enough to frustrate me, but before it could get to the point where I made an awkward attempt at seduction, he moved so that I was on my back, and he was over me.

I gasped, surprised by the lightning fast move.

But that was as fast as he got. The moment he had me where he wanted me, he slowed down to an almost sloth-like pace.

His mouth was everywhere, though.

On my breast, trailing up the middle of my chest, sucking on my collarbone. On the curve of my mouth.

I groaned and thrust my hands into his hair, needing something, anything to hold onto.

He growled as I pulled, but he didn’t stop me.

Oh, no.

Not Ezra.

Apparently, he enjoyed the sting of pain. I knew that not because of his body language, or his sign of satisfaction, but because of his mouth opening and him flat out telling me.

“Yes,” he hissed. “Put your legs around my hips, grind your pussy up into me while you pull my hair.”

And suddenly, just like that, I felt like I could do this.

The nerves were gone.

The insecurity, and the fear.

I did exactly as he instructed, wrapping my legs around his trim waist, and lifting myself up to tease him with my pussy.