Page 23 of Secret Bratva Baby
“Are you still with him, Rose?” he asks, his body so close I can feel the shape of his muscles against me. Dammit, why does he have to be so freaking sexy? It’s not fair. It’s not helping me think straight.
“You don’t get to ask me that,” I say, heated, as I try to push him away from me.
He chuckles, not moving.
Instead, he places his hands on either side of me, wrapping his fingers around the edge of the kitchen counter, effectively locking me in place.
I gasp as he leans closer, his lips hovering above mine.
“Fine, I won’t ask you. But I reckon he’ll be upset to find out you’re with your ex.”
My heart is racing, my body screaming at me to stand up on my tiptoes and just kiss him.
It’s all I can think about. I can hardly even remember what we were talking about a moment ago.
Luka brushes one hand over my cheek, gently tucking stray waves of my blonde hair behind my ear.
His fingers leave a trail of heat across my skin.
I bite my lower lip, my eyes on his mouth. His lips curl into that sexy smile I have dreamed of so many times since I lost him.
There is no one else.
There has never been anyone else.
And if I’m really honest with myself, there never will be anyone else that I could love as intensely as I love him.Loved. It’s in the past.
Realizing what I’m about to do, and where it will inevitably lead, I snap back to my senses.
“I need to go. I have to, um—check on Lily,” I say quickly, turning my head to the side, away from his lips, away from those beautiful eyes and that gorgeous smile.
He clears his throat loudly and steps back.
Luka stammers for a moment, then says, “Yes, okay, you should check on her. I’ll make coffee. Do you still drink coffee? Two sugars, a lot of milk, dark and rich?”
I stare at him in disbelief.
“You remembered how I like my coffee?” I whisper.
His mouth drops open.
“Yeah, wow. Lucky guess,” he says quickly, turning away from me. “I take that as a yes.”
“Sure,” I say quietly, my eyes locked onto him. Again, I wish I could figure him out, this man who broke my heart, the father of my little baby girl.
What does he want from me? Why is he toying with me?
I sigh softly and bite my lip, then turn away, my head swimming with confusion.
Maybe it’s best if I don’t ask these questions at all.
What if I start having hope?
It took me years to stop waiting for him. Years to finally accept he was never coming back.
I can’t let my heart slip up now. It’ll break me if I start daydreaming all over again.
I hurry from the kitchen to our bedroom.
