Kissing the Boss
His gaze sought mine and seemed to say, Just like you.
I leaned in to kiss him, and his mouth met mine eagerly. As my fingers cupped his face, he smoothed his fingers back up my leg, over my knee and along my thigh until he reached the top clasp and zipper of my jeans, which he began to unfasten.
I tightened, suddenly apprehensive, not sure if I was ready to progress quite this fast or quite this far tonight.
Ezra paused, tuned in to my every muscle movement. “Have we reached our stopping point for the evening?” he asked, his gaze seeking.