“Zeke…” When she tried to half-heartedly pull away, he dug his fingers in deeper to hold her there.
His fingers weren’t the only thing diggingagainst her.
Someone thought he was getting something more than conversation tonight.
“Think he’s asleep?” he murmured, sending a wave of goosebumps over her skin.
Her eyes sliced over to the clock on the microwave. “I’d say so. He falls asleep pretty quickly.” She purposely added, “So, if you were looking forward to reading him a bedtime story, you’re too late.”
“Got stories but ain’t for bedtime.”
“Then I’d prefer you stick to Dr. Seuss.”
“Kid don’t need to hear ‘bout moldy eggs and ham.”
“Moldy…” She couldn’t stop the laughter that erupted from her. “They aren’t green because of mold.”
Lord, did his lopsided smile heat up her insides.
She wished she didn’t find him attractive.
His blue eyes were heated when he announced with a low, grumbly voice, “Wanna eat your pussy.”
That same pussy clenched. But she needed to resist him. While she had no choice but to let him be involved with Ledger, when it came to herself, she really didn’t need to get entangled with him again.
She was currently seeing a decent guy. While it might be new and not serious, it could eventually turn into something worth holding on to.
In reality, Glen could end up being a much better father figure than Zeke. If anything, his normalcy might counteract Zeke’s biker ways and teach Ledger how to be a decent human.
But despite her brain being logical, she had too many other parts of her being the opposite.
Sleeping with Zeke wasn’t smart. She knew that. Her common sense needed to smack her upside the head.
Having sex with him again would only give him more fodder to be bossy and possessive.
She knew that, too.
“That buffet is closed, Zeke.”
“Bullshit. Bet I can get it up and runnin’.”
“I’m seeing someone. Remember?”
“Didn’t stop you last time.”
Ouch.
“Bet he don’t make you wet like I do.”
He didn’t. But, again, not everything was about sex.
“Want to chow down on your cunt ’til you come and cover my face in your juices.”
Instead of rolling her eyes, she shuddered. While his words were raw and unromantic, they turned her on to no end. Unfortunately.
Why, why, why,whywas he like her crack?
A dangerous addiction she couldn’t kick.
