Ezra
Allen went completely silent for a long moment, his strong hands resting firmly over my stomach, his breathing steady against my neck. Then, his voice softened into something deeply intimate, his breath fanning hot against my skin.
"Whatever it is... you should come clean before our honeymoon, Ezra."
I swallowed hard, my voice trembling slightly. "Why?"
Allen tightened his grip on my waist just a fraction, leaning in until his lips brushed against my sensitive skin. "Because I want you to be completely in the moment when I'm making love to you. I don't want you to be worried about a single thing in the world when you're in my arms."
A sudden, sharp gasp escaped my throat. It was obvious that nobody heard what Allen had said, but from the way I gasped, I basically just used my own hands to ruin myself.
