Page 18 of Single Mom's Secret Diary
When his mouth glides against mine again, I’m ravenous. Being with him is too fucking good, addictive like it all those years ago. And if I let myself get wrapped up in him again, I’ll never shake loose.
I force myself to break away, tipping my forehead against his as I catch my breath.
His chest heaves under my hands, and it takes so much self-control to follow through, to push him back far enough that I can slip around him.
Cold air breaches my overly hot skin. I rack a hand through my hair and turn away. I can’t even look at Ezra right now. The feel of him is too fresh. It worms into me.
I need to put much more space between us, but I can’t seem to make myself.
His confession. His plea for me to meet his mother. It makes me want to believe him.
Because I looked for him, too, albeit for a very different reason.
Still, I’d looked.
I’m pacing in circles and find him leaning against his desk where I’d been a second ago. He’s touching his mouth, like he can imprint the memory of me there.
A wild frenzy builds inside, something so completely overwhelming that I can’t comprehend it properly. I have to get out of here.
Have to escape this.
I step toward the door, and he follows. I can feel him behind me.
Someone knocks. Good. We need the distraction.
But Ezra traps me against the solid wood, his mouth at my ear, refilling me with the heat I’m trying desperately to dispel.
“Wait.”
I’m going to unravel, and I need somewhere private to do so.
His hand traipses down my bare arm, fingers fiddling with my own. “Come meet my mom. This weekend. Please.”
I can’t take a full breath.
Ezra turns me gently to face him. Fuck, that earnest look in his eyes, the unnatural downturn of his mouth. He will beg if I ask him to.
“I’ll think about it.”
His thumb brushes my bottom lip before he retreats, giving me the smallest nod. His gaze never leaves mine.
I have to turn from it, grasping the door handle and swinging it open to reveal Ryder on the other side. His bronze eyes take me in with a full, eager sweep, and he smiles. “Miss Caruso.”
The low timbre of his voice slides over me, teases and twists me up further inside. Then his gaze swings over my head. Ryder can see more than I want him to.
“Excuse me.” I push past him, charging down the hall to my office. Once the door is safely closed behind me, I slump back against it and suck in deep, gasping breaths.
What the fuck just happened?
Everything inside me buzzes, like my skin has shrunk and is ready to split me in half. Whatever that was, it resonates so deepagainst that old wound that I nearly crumple to the floor right in front of my door.
Anger lashes at me. At the old version of us. At the stupid decision he made. At the way I ghosted him.
Especially with the way he’s still able to make me feelso much.
I’m finally catching my breath. I just want this overwhelming feeling to subside, to dull enough that I can think straight.
When I’m able to climb back to my feet, every little movement makes my clothes grate against my newly sensitized skin.
