His body presses firmly, but cautiously onto mine, so as to not make any sudden movements that will easily startle me. He settles between my open legs, his eyes hazed with love and lust.
The thought of him pressing against me makes butterflies erupt in my belly, and heat rises from inside me, threatening to spill out.
And, of course, Ezra notices my nervousness as he settles his weight on me. "You're safe with me," he murmurs.
For some reason, that eases any lingering tension around my shoulders, and my heart skips a beat as I stare at him again, the nervousness ceases, and instead, another emotion builds in me when my tongue goes to wet my dry lips. I want more of what he'd given me before, to feel that delicate balance between being totally treasured and ready to break into a thousand
