SWEET SPOT
He rested his forehead against mine, his chest heaving as he drew in sharp, heavy breaths.
I looked up into his eyes, dark with a raw mix of passion and desperate need. His lips were flushed and swollen from the intensity of the kiss.
“I can’t hold it back anymore, Nyla,” he whispered, his voice incredibly husky as his large hand gently caressed my cheek, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. “Please… let me in.”
My heart hammered violently against my ribs, all my hesitation completely evaporating. I nodded, holding his gaze. “The only reason I called you here is because I want you now, Ezekiel. Deep inside of me.”