Page 4 of Single Mom's Secret Diary
Best of all, he knows how to make me laugh.
The sun sets behind us—one of the few things I’ve truly enjoyed since coming to Mexico, and when I turn to look, his nose presses into the skin behind my ear. The touch is sogentle and small that I’m truly surprised by the way heat flashes through me.
Every time part of him brushes part of me, sparks zap and tingle along my skin. So, once the sun’s colors bleed from the sky, I’m not surprised by how he turns me back to him, placing himself between my knees to cup my face.
His kiss is slow but all-consuming. I’ve never felt this with another guy—not even the one I lost my virginity to earlier that year.
My hands crawl up his chest as I pull him closer. His touch circles my waist, doing the same until we are pressed together. I have never wanted someone more, and I lose myself in him until Sophia taps my shoulder.
She offers me a sinfully sloppy smile and nods to the guy behind her. “I’m headed back to his room, which I also think is his room.”
Ezra shakes his head and laughs almost silently. “It is.”
“Mmm. Good, then if my cousin wants some company, she’ll have the privacy for it. And if not, you’ll know not to disturb us.” And my cousin stumbles away in the arms of his friend.
When I look back, Ezra is watching me. I stare into those warm eyes and wait for him to ask, but he doesn’t.
Instead, he bends down to kiss me again, gently.
It doesn’t stay that way. As my hunger for him grows, Ezra responds with his own. Gasping for breath, I brush my nose against his. “Walk me back to my place?”
“Absolutely.” He doesn’t hesitate with his answer, even though it’s not clear whether I’ll invite him inside or not. I’m not even sure of that yet.
He doesn’t paw at me or try to convince me to let him inside on the way. Ezra holds my hand, his grip light but firm. Twice, he spins me on the sidewalk and smiles when I laugh.
At my room on the second floor, I turn to him and lean against the door. A deep, sharp breath fills my lungs as he brushes my cheek with his thumb.
“You don’t have to invite me inside,” he says, like he doesn’t think his kindness is a turn-on.
“So you’re just going to kiss me goodnight and go back to that room to listen to my cousin and your friend fucking?” I blink up at him innocently.
His laugh feeds that needy feeling low in my stomach. “Yes.”
When Ezra dips down to kiss me, I make my decision. I’m going to invite him inside. It’s Spring Break, and I may not know his last name, but I don’t need to. Not for this.
The soft noise he makes at the back of his throat has me tightening my grip on him. “Spend the night with me.”
He takes me in for a moment, the brown of his eyes bleeding black with desire, but he still checks to see if I mean it instead of sweeping in for what I offer. “What’s four plus four?”
I howl with laughter. “Eight. Why?”
“I’ve watched you drink four margaritas since we started talking, and I need to be sure you’re in your right mind and won’t regret this in the morning.” His touch shifts, cupping the back of my head and playing with the loose strands that have fallen from my ponytail.
“Try something harder.”
“Square root of a hundred and forty-four.”
“Twelve. Easy.” My hand slides down his chest.
“Capital of New York?”
Another easy one since I told him that’s my home state. “Albany. Did I pass?”
His mouth drops over mine with a hunger that nearly matches mine. When we finally tumble into my room, it’s not far to my bed, and the weight of him is delicious when I pull him down over me.
Everything he does is slow, thoughtful, not rushed at all. It takes hours. Which turns into days. And it’s easy to spend nearly every second of every day with him, even as Sophia makes fun of me for it.
But Ezra just feels right.
