Page 32 of Accidental Baby Daddy

He laughed, and the sound warmed my heart in spite of my desire to keep some distance between us. “I know that,” he told me. “But I missed you anyway.”

I almost told him how I missed him too, every day, all the time, even when I was engaged to Dick. But that wouldn’t be helpful for either of us, not really, not when I was trying to create some space between us so I could escape this little town once and for all.

His arms went around my waist, pulling me back in as he pressed his forehead against mine.

“How come you never had kids?” he asked, and I blinked in shock that he wanted to talk while our bodies were pressed up against each other like this.

I swallowed hard. “I don’t know.”

Oliver pulled away just enough to look into my eyes, confusion on his face.

“Yeah, you do. Marriage and kids were all we talked about while we were together. You were so excited to be a mama someday.”

I licked my lips. “He wasn’t the right guy.”

“Why not?” Oliver asked, and from the way he was looking at me, I figured he wasn’t going to let that slide.

“I don’t even know if he was a good guy,” I whispered. “Things changed after we got engaged. He used to be so sweet, bringing me flowers, texting me every day, writing me poetry.”

Oliver rolled his eyes, but I ignored it, continuing.

“But then after we moved in together, when things got more serious, he became different.”

“Bad different?”

I nodded. “Controlling, different. I could be at the corner store and if I was gone longer than he thoughtI should be, he’d call me, over and over. Eventually he’d just show up, angry.”

I remembered a time when Dick had caused a scene in front of the owner of the store, and it had been so embarrassing. I didn’t tell that to Oliver, though, because his face was already red, and he looked like he might explode.

“I wish I was going to have the chance to meet him,” he said in a low tone.

I raised an eyebrow, smiling. “Why?”

“So that I could kill him.”

I couldn’t help but bark out a laugh at that. “Well, he’s gone now. The way I ran off, I doubt he’ll ever want to speak to me again.”

“You’d be surprised,” Oliver muttered. “You’re a rare find, Lex.”

“Am I?” I asked in a cooing voice, my fingers playing at the hair at the nape of his neck. I couldn’t help myself. It was just like old times on his father’s back porch and I knew it was dangerous. I was so close to falling right back in love with him.

Maybe I would have pulled away if Oliver hadn’t leaned up and kissed me deeply at that moment.

I moaned into his mouth and my hips rolled against him, feeling his erection through the fabric of his sweats.

Just talking about Dick had made me feel dirty and sad all over again. I wanted to erase that, make myself feel powerful and beautiful, and Oliver had always made me feel those things and so much more.

Why didn’t we just talk through our issues back then? my brain whispered. What’s stopping you from doing so now?

I really didn’t want to be thinking about logistics with Oliver’s hardness pressing into my thigh and his lips pressedto the pulse in my throat, so I shoved away the meanderings of my distracted brain. There would be time enough for regrets later. Right now, I wanted to feel happy again, and Oliver was offering me everything I needed to accomplish that goal.

Oliver growled, grabbing the back of my head to kiss me harder, and then he stood up, carrying me with him over to the side of his house, pressing me against it. His lips moved down my neck, and everything felt like it was on fire, my skin burning, my heart beating too fast.

“Remember this?” he whispered in between kisses. “We used to hide around corners and in closets just to make out. We were crazy for one another.”

“I remember,” I said back, and boy did I ever. So many different memories of stolen moments with Oliver had been coming back to me lately. We had just been kids, but we had been crazy for one another, and we had taken every chance we could to kiss, fondle, and enjoy each other.

Don’t let this go any further. Stop it now, the voice in the back of my head warned me, but I didn’t listen. I didn’t want to listen. I wanted Oliver. I had always wanted Oliver.

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