Page 49 of Single Mom's Secret Diary
His jacket is strewn over the back of his chair, his hair is ruffled from his fingers, and his tie is loose around his collar. Ezra advances on me from where he’s bent over his calendar, sweeping me up with one arm and kissing me like it’s been years since he’s seen me last.
It breaks through a new barrier—an old one that I erected shortly after our Spring Break fling. He’s getting close to knocking them all down, and the thought terrifies me.
I cling to him as the world opens up under my feet.
His mouth falls to my throat, that spot beneath my ear that does me in every time. I’m shaking in his grip as he kisses and nips every inch of exposed flesh. When he pulls back to look me in the eyes, we’re both breathing heavily.
I trace his brow softly with my fingertips, down across his cheekbone and jaw, and brush my thumb across his bottom lip.
Ezra tips his forehead against mine, eyes closed, and he presses me to him more tightly. It cranks a new tension around my heart.
When he retreats, he drags a hand down my arm and tangles our fingers together, pulling me in slow steps over to his couch, where he sits and tugs me forward to straddle his lap. I settle over him easily, and he just looks up at me for a long minute.
“Do I have something between my teeth? Eye boogs? What?”
He finally grins up at me. “No. I’m just… still amazed that this is real. That you’re here and not one of my vivid dreams.”
Cupping my cheek, he’s being so tender and sweet. It’s at odds with what we’ve been these last few weeks, but it’s so reminiscent of the way we were together back then.
“I’ve had them a lot over the years.”
I have, too, but it’s harder to admit that than I thought. Instead, I lean in and plant a soft kiss on his mouth. “I’m here. I’m real. I’m not going anywhere.”
Ezra’s grip on me tightens, and he kisses me again with much more fervor.
Spreading my thighs wider, I sink down against his stiff length. It presses hard against the inside of my thigh, and we start a slow roll together. It’s luxurious and not at all rushed, the same way we’d been with each other ten years ago, but somehow, it’s better.
Our kiss drops off as we grind together, simply enjoying the way we feel like this.
The old needs creep up on me. The ones that made it hard to be away from him long enough to grab clothes and change, to check in with my cousin or dad, to let him take care of things he needed to. The ones that made it hard to think of the end and going back to real life.
Now, we don’t have the looming end, and still, I wish I had him crawling into bed with me every night, hugging me against his broad chest and wrapping me up in his limbs.
I wrap my hands in his loose tie, and he blinks up at me in wonder.
“I want to take you on a date.” His low voice curls around me with an embrace of its own.
“You do?” I’m stalling when I should just be saying yes, but a date means coming to my place, meeting my family, learning my best kept secrets.
“I do.”
I hate how those two simple words tap into the deep, hidden cavern of my chest, so I roll my hips hard enough to make us both moan a little. “What would we do on this date?”
Reaching between us, I unbuckle his belt and spread his slacks open. My hand curls around his hard-on to pump himover his boxers. His small groan is sweet and heavy with unsaid things between us.
Ezra’s hands crawl up my legs, lifting my skirt around my hips so that he can squeeze the plumpest part of my body.
“I’d—” He sucks in a sharp breath as I press on that bundle of nerves under the fat head of his cock. “I’d take you somewhere you haven’t been before, like the ruins near the city, and watch as you imagine what it was like in its prime. Encourage you to tell me stories about what it must have been like, who must have lived and worked there, how it fell into ruin.”
His words come out at the same pace as my hand as if he’s trying to keep himself from rushing.
But that’s what I’d done when we visited the ruins in Cancún. Mostly romantic with a tinge of horror. I am my father’s daughter, after all. Ezra took me very seriously through it all, no matter how ridiculous I got.
“Then, I’d take you to the best Vietnamese restaurant I know and have you taste all of my favorite dishes to see which ones you like the best.” He sucks in a slow breath. “Because I love to watch you eat.”
I chuckle as I finally free him of his boxers and wrap my hand around his bare flesh. Fuck, I love the way he moans when I touch him. He’s always been responsive, letting me know how much he enjoys my attention.
When I lift up on my knees, he wraps his thumb in the crotch of my panties and tugs them aside. It doesn’t take much work to drop myself onto his cock. We fit together perfectly, and I resume my rocking motion.
