Page 60 of The Need to Know

His grasp wasn’t tight at all, but definitely secure. “Okay.”

He squeezed my wrists with more firmness. “Now?”

Something deep in my belly lurched with excitement. We were in public. Anyone could walk by and see us. Somehow, that terrified me and thrilled me at the same time.

Shit this felt good and hot. “Y-Yeah.”

Tighter. “Still?”

He was staring down at me, an empty look on his face, and I was suddenly ready to risk it all.

“Nastasia?” He went tighter to get a response out of me. “Tell me how it feels.”

“Oh.” His hands on me. The sound of his demanding voice. The look on his face. My knees buckled and I was embarrassed at how much I loved this. “Too tight.”

“Hmm.” He came close to my ear. “Your mouth says no, yet your body and your eyes say you like it.”

Ezekiel reeled back to look me in the eye as he called me out on my lie.

I couldn’t think straight. “It’s not bad.”

Ezekiel ran his eyes down my figure. “You know, I don’t think we can truly be friends.”

The idea sounded tortuous. “No?”

Ezekiel shook his head. “Not when I want you as badly as I do.”

Same. My posture sagged. “I know what you mean.”

He grabbed the carryout container and put space between us, just in time as a woman was rushing through with a little boy.

“So, what are we waiting for?” Ezekiel probed gently.

I don’t know.

“You know, I am stressed out and horny, and tired of you leaving me hot and bothered,” I stated. “Right now, my mind’s leaning one way.”

“I’d be more than happy to relieve your stress.”

“I’m sure you would.”

He chanced a step closer. “The French call that feeling post-orgasm ‘la petite mort,’ or, the little death. Basically, you’ve lost consciousness, having spasms and weak. Now, I’m not trying to kill you, but when I’m inside it I want you to have an experience. That’s what sex should be.” He was in my ear again. “I’m tryna fuck you senseless. If you’re not catching the Holy Ghost, then my shit terrible.”

We really couldn’t be friends.

“Big talk,” I managed to get out.

“Honest,” Ezekiel swore. “Ain’t no bragging rights if you don’t finish.”

“You really get off when she gets off?”

Ezekiel shrugged. “I aim to please.”

Have mercy.

“Okay,” I said.

“Okay?” Ezekiel repeated, not following.