Page 59 of Single Mom's Secret Diary
He smiles at me, and my mouth curves up in return.
I’m in the air the next second. My legs and arms wrap around Ezra as he carries me back to my room, closing the door quietly behind us and crawling onto the bed with me still in his grip.
I let myself laugh, happy when his joins mine. Then, I’m yanking his shirt up his back and marveling at all of his skin. I don’t get to bask in it as much as I’ve wanted to.
His body has changed over the ten years—bigger, more defined, but I remember this scar along his side from a skateboarding accident and the mole just below his belly button. Mostly, I remember the way it feels to simply touch him.
Ezra unwraps me slowly, taking his time to caress and kiss every inch of newly exposed skin.
By the time he has me down to my underwear, I’m already primed and ready for more.
He unclasps the back of my bra and peels it off me at an excruciating pace. My nipples perk in anticipation, and my back bows as he closes his mouth around one. Sucking hard has my knees squeezing his waist, trying to trap him and yank him closer.
God, he resists me, lavishing both breasts with so much attention that I’m overheating, ready to beg him for more. But I know I’ll only be denying myself the pleasure he has planned for me.
I’m not disappointed.
He dives between my thighs to lick and suck and stroke me until I’m shaking and coming again.
I’m a goner by the time he hovers over me again, his clothes finally stripped off to leave him bare against me.
Gathered up in his arms, he refuses to rush, sliding into me with ease. The satisfaction of being stretched and full is chased off by the new need he builds.
Desperation claws my nails down Ezra’s back.
He bends down to plant a small kiss on my mouth and tip his forehead against mine. “You are everything I never thought I’d have.”
“You’ve already had me.”
He shakes his head. “It wasn’t enough. It won’t ever be enough.”
28
Wyatt
It’s my morning to have Avery to myself. I show up far too early, but I don’t want to miss a second of her. I’m already pacing between my office and the lab when Laurel arrives. She’s here earlier than normal.
I don’t like it when she changes her routine. I like it even less when she hovers, which she’s been doing lately. Other people’s social cues don’t generally penetrate, but Laurel is acting strangely. Or at least, differently than I’m used to. Clingy.
I try not to grumble about it, although I’m sure I’m unsuccessful based on the way she keeps shooting me glances.
When Avery arrives, she’s quiet and tense. Somehow, I can see all of the subtle changes in her demeanor, even though she’s so restrained and reserved most of the time.
I cross the lab without thinking about it, taking her hand with a small squeeze and tugging her to my office and closing the door behind us. “What’s wrong?”
Her eyes are bright as she blinks up at me, smiling even though her mouth is turned down into a small frown. After a deep breath, she asks, “You know of my son, Charlie?”
“Yes.” I don’t believe something has happened to him because she would not be here if it did, so I push her hair from her face and wait for her to continue.
“He’s Ezra’s son. I’ve just told him. Introduced them to each other this weekend.”
I look into her hazel eyes, noting more of the worries there. Negative possibilities grind through my mind at a million miles a second. But there’s only one question whose answer truly matters to me. “Does that change anything about the two of us?”
She’s searching my gaze before she shakes her head. “No.”
I nod. “Okay. That’s all I need to know.”
Her eyes brighten, and her smile blooms across her features before she lets out a full laugh.
