Page 58 of Single Mom's Secret Diary
“Yeah. You can call me whatever you’re comfortable with.”
Charlie nods and takes a bite of the dumpling. His eyes light up as he chews, and he munches through it quickly.
He’s not that picky and eats a bit of everything with good spirits as he asks Ezra questions, and Ezra asks his own. They share a lot of the same interests.
I enjoy the meal he brought, trying them the way I do with everything. Small tastes to get the full flavors before I simply dig in to eat.
I open my eyes to see them both looking at me. Charlie shakes his head.
“She always does that.”
I stick my tongue out at him. “Blame Papa.”
Charlie rolls his eyes again, and Ezra laughs.
Once food is finished, I give Charlie his medicine and send him to bed. He’s fighting fatigue but doesn’t argue with me too much.
Closing him in his room, I find Ezra cleaning up in the kitchen. It makes me laugh quietly.
“What?” he asks. “I did this when you were sick.”
“I’m just… not used to having so much help.” I slide in next to him and watch his forearms as he rinses off the last of the utensils to put in the drainer. “He likes you.”
“I like him, too.” He wipes his hands off before he hooks one around my waist to press us closer together. “I feel really protective over him, even though I barely know him. Is this how you feel?”
I laugh and lean into him. “Yes. All the time. Being a parent is the scariest and most rewarding thing I’ve ever done.”
He lets me pull him to the couch. I play whatever’s on deck and relax into him. It doesn’t take long for us to end up sideways with him spooning me. I always did fit perfectly into the nook his body makes.
With my head on his bicep, he reaches around to fiddle with my hair and breathes down my neck. “Move in with me.”
Tension sweeps down my back, fear at how quickly my insides screamyes. But I can’t throw Charlie’s life into chaos like that so soon. “I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet.”
He grins against the back of my neck and plants a kiss there. “Let me spend the night.”
“A fair compromise.”
We laugh a little together, and the TV turns into background noise as his mouth spreads warmth over my neck and shoulder. The hand wrapped around my middle dips lower, pressing my hips back against his hard length.
My insides heat up with desire, drowns out the worries spinning in my head. I want this reprieve from my thoughts. I want to enjoy having Ezra back in my life. I want to enjoy the things he can do to my body.
Rolling my ass back into him earns me a soft groan. It vibrates across my skin as his teeth pinch the curve of my throat.
Ezra nimbly unbuttons my jeans, his hand dipping underneath to cup me over my slim panties. He works me slowly, letting the pleasure rise until I don’t know I’m submerged in it. Ezra has me writhing, hips seeking what his hand promises me, and he pins my shoulders with his other arm.
I like how he keeps control of my body even as I can’t maintain my grasp.
When he has the time to draw things out, he does. And we have all night.
I’m in for it.
I can’t wait for it.
Ezra whispers hushing sounds in my ear as my pleasure builds—as it peaks. I’m shaking as an orgasm racks through me. His touch teases me for another minute until I settle, then he lifts himself over me to grab my mouth in a soul-searing kiss.
When he releases me, I’m captured by the look in his dark brown eyes. The feeling that started growing more than a decade ago reflects back at me.
I run my hand through his hair, afraid to let that last wall around my heart fall. “We should take this to my bedroom.”
