opened the door for her and even though it was freezing, she got to look at him some more.
His work boots crunched ice as they headed back to her car along the slippery sidewalk.
She couldn’t recall any time in recent memory where she’d whiled away three hours over dinner and with someone she’d only met a few times.
Something in him called to her. The shape of his eyes, the history in them, she supposed, a little dark and twisty. His lips, well, the bottom one had to be pillow soft. She’d thought about that issue in great detail. He had the hottest mouth she’d laid eyes on in a long time.
Because she’d been thinking about his mouth she might have been distracted enough that she missed the dip in the sidewalk and started to slip. Not that any such thing needed to be admitted. It was cold and icy after all. Anyone could slip. Who could be expected not to think about Ezra’s bottom lip?
“Whoa.” He wrapped an arm around her waist and helped her back to her feet, standing very close to her as he did. He was so strong. The energy seemed to hum from him, bringing a shiver she couldn’t blame on the cold.
“Are you okay?”
His voice did things to her. A little sandpapery, but wrapped in caramel. It shouldn’t have even been possible to be both at the same time but it was. Every once in a while there’d be a burr and it snagged her attention—the pull—which was disconcerting and yet, it was really delicious, too.
He did things to her head. He looked good and he oozed so much raw sensuality it made her tingly. He was handsome, yes, but there was something about him, something elemental that she found herself fascinated by.
And now that she’d had him all to herself like this, she had to admit she wanted more.
“That was close. Thanks for the save.”
He paused, still standing near enough that she could smell him. He had really good cologne. Spicy and sexy.
Don’t sniff him. Don’t sniff him. Don’t sniff him.
The moment stretched between them like a physical thing until he finally stepped back and turned, resuming their walk to her car.
She unlocked her driver’s-side door, using that time to get herself in order before she leaped on him.
She turned back to face him. “Thanks again for dinner. Oh, and for preventing a broken bone when I nearly slipped.”
His mouth did a thing and it was impossible to look away.
Mainly because it was perfection. Fringed by a minky pelt of a beard she wanted to get all up in. It was messing with her thinking. Like a magical item. Beard of confusion, ha!
But the thing? She’d noticed over dinner that sometimes as she talked, he’d look at her mouth and then he’d lick over his bottom lip as if he was thinking about tasting her. That sweep of his tongue was like a physical stroke against her skin.
Yes, she liked the thing a lot.
She shivered, this time from the cold. He popped open the three buttons lining the front of his wool peacoat and opened it, inviting her.
There was nothing else to be done but take those steps into the warm circle of his embrace, sliding her arms around his waist.
Tuesday tipped her head back to see him better, stilling as their gazes locked a moment before his attention shifted to her mouth. And he did that thing again.
She sucked in a breath this time.
He heard. She knew it because his pupils got very big.
Everything got very far off. Sounds all around them died away until only Ezra and Tuesday remained.
And then his mouth was on hers, the arms holding the coat around her tightened as he pulled her to him.
Snug.
Body to body until there was no mistaking how interested he was in her.
Musician wasn’t the only word Ezra could apply gifted to.
Oh. Well. Yes, please.
A breathy groan of appreciation came from her and he seemed to lick it from her lips.
It was too much. So much her heart pounded and she fought the desire to run from him.
She hadn’t felt anything this powerful with a man since Eric died.
Maybe not even then.
She shoved that far away.
Despite it being too much she wanted more. Throbbed with an overwhelming need to roll around in everything Ezra brought to the table.
Her teeth grazed his bottom lip and she loved the way his beard felt as she did it. She licked over it, squirming to get a little closer.
“Fuckyeah,” he muttered right before his tongue slid into her mouth and his taste burst over her.
Vanilla and a touch of brandy from the pears they’d shared after dinner. A little hint of coffee and whatever superendorphin he made with all that hotness.
He kept on, his weight holding her in place against the car.
Inside his coat, the heat of him burned her. But she wasn’t sweating from that.
Her heart thundered in her head.
Finally he pulled back a little, sucking in a breath. His gaze was on hers, open. There was pain there with desire and appreciation. Vulnerability.
Please don’t apologize or say I should forget it.
After long moments of silence, no apologies or panicked expectation management issued from him and she breathed a little easier even as his taste still lived on her mouth.
Those deep brown eyes shifted his attention to her lips and then back to her gaze.
A smile hinted at the corners of his mouth. “Was that my bounty for saving you from a fall?”
She pursed her lips a moment, enjoying the flirting, and then smiled back. “Maybe.”
“I’m always willing to take payment for services or goods via your mouth.”
She swallowed. Excited and nervous. Flattered. Turned on. “So I guess I’m rooting for a long, icy winter then, huh?”
He snorted a laugh, letting go and stepping back. The cold reasserted itself with a slap, which made it a little easier to think again.
“Thanks for making my day a hell of a lot better, Tuesday Eastwood.” He opened her door.
“Yes. What you said.”
He kissed her again quickly. “I’ll be seeing you around. You coming to the shows next week?”
Sweet Hollow
