him, this one is light and slow. He takes his time with me. I’ve been straight with him from the beginning: I’m not looking for a relationship. With school and Lia, I don’t have the time.
What I left out were my ever-present feelings for Damian.
Blake sucks my lower lip between his teeth before he lets go. His eyes search mine as if asking if what he did was okay. He’s respectful like that, which is one of the reasons I think Blake and I could work—if we take things slow.
He’s like Liam—the complete opposite of Damian.
I grin back at him to let him know I enjoyed it.
“I figured I’d better do that now. You know, before you have ham and pineapple breath,” he teases, and I gently push him away.
“Here,” I say, handing him a stack of Lia’s clothes. “Go make yourself useful.”
Blake’s here a lot, so he knows the ins and outs of this apartment. In fact, he put together Lia’s bed and furniture, helped me paint her walls, and decorated her room.
Blake kisses me again. “I thought I already did.”
“You wish.”
He waggles his brows at me as he backs out of my room. Then he winks and disappears into Lia’s adjacent one.
We finish putting everything away, and as soon as we’re done, our pizza arrives. I grab the parmesan cheese, and Blake sets the box on the coffee table.
“Pop?” I ask him.
“What about my dad?” he says, teasing me again. There are some words that are ingrained in my brain and always will be no matter where I live.
I roll my eyes before I can stop myself. Lia does this enough for both of us, but she’s not here to see my slip-up.
“Coke?” I clarify.
“Dr. Pepper, please.”
“Stocked just for you,” I say. I hate the stuff and keep it around for Blake.
I hand him the can and settle down on the sofa with him. He already has a comedy picked out on Netflix.
Twenty minutes in, we’re both done eating, and Blake puts an arm around me, tugging me against him. This is new for us, but I let it happen. It’s nice, and with Blake, I know I’m safe. Unlike Damian, Blake’s not a wild card. He’s solid, has his life put together, and his future planned out.
Safe.
When the movie is over, Blake kisses my forehead and holds me closer. It’s warm in his arms. So incredibly warm, and I feel my body responding to it.
His palms glide down my arms then back up until his fingers tilt my chin up to him. I’m nervous, not knowing how far he intends to go. I’m not ready. I mean, I’ll tell him no if I have to, but I’d like to not have to go there, even if the rest of me is screaming yes.
Blake brushes his lips over mine, and I like it. Really like it. So much that I want a little more. I roll into him so we’re now both lying on our sides, facing each other.
Blake threads his fingers through my hair. “I love spending time with you, Elizabeth.”
“Me too,” I murmur.
Shivers race under my skin. My nipples are rock hard, aching beneath my bra. Blake leans his forehead against mine before he kisses me again. I cup the back of his neck.
Oh God, this is good.
Blake’s tongue caresses my lips, tasting them before he separates them and lets himself in. A moan slips out of me and Blake responds by hiking my leg over his hip. He pushes me into him, his erection rubbing against my center.
This is too much. No matter how much I’m enjoying what he’s doing, how much my body is crying out for it, I can’t. I’m a mother now, and I have to be responsible. And the responsible thing is to not lead this man on. I’ve only been this intimate with two men my whole life. One I was in love with. The other was a mistake.
And I can’t make another mistake.
I break away from Blake’s kisses to catch my breath. “Blake…”
He’s panting too, but he doesn’t stop roaming over my face, my hair. “Too fast?”
“I’m sorry.”
He holds my chin with his forefinger and thumb and presses his lips on my forehead. “Don’t be. I promised you we’d move at
What I left out were my ever-present feelings for Damian.
Blake sucks my lower lip between his teeth before he lets go. His eyes search mine as if asking if what he did was okay. He’s respectful like that, which is one of the reasons I think Blake and I could work—if we take things slow.
He’s like Liam—the complete opposite of Damian.
I grin back at him to let him know I enjoyed it.
“I figured I’d better do that now. You know, before you have ham and pineapple breath,” he teases, and I gently push him away.
“Here,” I say, handing him a stack of Lia’s clothes. “Go make yourself useful.”
Blake’s here a lot, so he knows the ins and outs of this apartment. In fact, he put together Lia’s bed and furniture, helped me paint her walls, and decorated her room.
Blake kisses me again. “I thought I already did.”
“You wish.”
He waggles his brows at me as he backs out of my room. Then he winks and disappears into Lia’s adjacent one.
We finish putting everything away, and as soon as we’re done, our pizza arrives. I grab the parmesan cheese, and Blake sets the box on the coffee table.
“Pop?” I ask him.
“What about my dad?” he says, teasing me again. There are some words that are ingrained in my brain and always will be no matter where I live.
I roll my eyes before I can stop myself. Lia does this enough for both of us, but she’s not here to see my slip-up.
“Coke?” I clarify.
“Dr. Pepper, please.”
“Stocked just for you,” I say. I hate the stuff and keep it around for Blake.
I hand him the can and settle down on the sofa with him. He already has a comedy picked out on Netflix.
Twenty minutes in, we’re both done eating, and Blake puts an arm around me, tugging me against him. This is new for us, but I let it happen. It’s nice, and with Blake, I know I’m safe. Unlike Damian, Blake’s not a wild card. He’s solid, has his life put together, and his future planned out.
Safe.
When the movie is over, Blake kisses my forehead and holds me closer. It’s warm in his arms. So incredibly warm, and I feel my body responding to it.
His palms glide down my arms then back up until his fingers tilt my chin up to him. I’m nervous, not knowing how far he intends to go. I’m not ready. I mean, I’ll tell him no if I have to, but I’d like to not have to go there, even if the rest of me is screaming yes.
Blake brushes his lips over mine, and I like it. Really like it. So much that I want a little more. I roll into him so we’re now both lying on our sides, facing each other.
Blake threads his fingers through my hair. “I love spending time with you, Elizabeth.”
“Me too,” I murmur.
Shivers race under my skin. My nipples are rock hard, aching beneath my bra. Blake leans his forehead against mine before he kisses me again. I cup the back of his neck.
Oh God, this is good.
Blake’s tongue caresses my lips, tasting them before he separates them and lets himself in. A moan slips out of me and Blake responds by hiking my leg over his hip. He pushes me into him, his erection rubbing against my center.
This is too much. No matter how much I’m enjoying what he’s doing, how much my body is crying out for it, I can’t. I’m a mother now, and I have to be responsible. And the responsible thing is to not lead this man on. I’ve only been this intimate with two men my whole life. One I was in love with. The other was a mistake.
And I can’t make another mistake.
I break away from Blake’s kisses to catch my breath. “Blake…”
He’s panting too, but he doesn’t stop roaming over my face, my hair. “Too fast?”
“I’m sorry.”
He holds my chin with his forefinger and thumb and presses his lips on my forehead. “Don’t be. I promised you we’d move at
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