Page 23 of Texting My Moms Ex


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It wasn’t a show.My body responds to his words, lust warming me up even if I should know better.You drove me completely crazy.

That makes it even hotter that you are just naturally like that. I’ve relived it a thousand times.

I thought you were giving me the silent treatment again.

Hell, Zoey. I’ve TRIED to pretend this doesn’t exist.

What doesn’t exist?

This connection,he sends.You must feel it, too.

My smile is just as much of a traitor as my lust. My face aches from the smiling, but I have to be cautious. Just because he feels a connection, too, doesn’t mean he’s talking abouttheconnection: the kids, the marriage, the impossible future.

I feel it,I reply,but I still don’t understand how my being a virgin could make you want me more.

Maybe I’m that bad in bed. You don’t have any frame of reference.

LOL. Somehow, I doubt that’s the reason.

Sure, we only shared a preview of the lust wecouldshare, but when he laid his hands on me, and I drank in the obsessed heat of his entire being, I knew he would take me on the steamiest journey a woman could wish for.

Maybe I’m a jealous man. Maybe the thought of you being with somebody else, even in the past, pisses me off.

That should freak me out. I remember when Natasha’s ex said something similar, constantly questioning her over her past relationships, but it doesn’t annoy me. I’m grinning again. I never dreamed my crush could get jealous aboutme.

What if I’m the same? What if I get jealous of your exes?

There’s not much to get jealous about,he replies.I haven’t dated in years.

You don’t have to lie to me.

I’m telling the truth.

I imagine him saying this in his gruff voice, staring at me firmly. I keep thinking about the way he looked at me when we were in the craziness of our desire. It was like he never wanted it to end, and he never wantedusto end.

During your travels for research, at book signings, at movie premiers… You’re telling me you ignore the women who throw themselves at you?

Yes, that’s exactly what I’m telling you. They don’t interest me. No woman has interested me until you.

I smooth my hands over my belly, partly to soothe the nerves and partly because I imagine what it will feel like when our baby grows inside me.

It’s difficult to believe I’m that special.

Is that me fishing for compliments? Sue me.

I act on instinct, Zoey. It was how I operated when I was in the service, and it’s how I operate with my books. When I saw you, my instincts weren’t shy about letting me know. I want you and don’t want anybody else to have you.The answer’s yes. You ARE that special.

I squeeze my legs together. My heartbeat sends warm shivers throughout my body. Waves of physical want and emotional yearning crash over me.

I want that too,I reply,but we both know it’s impossible.

Yeah, I get that. I was reminded of it earlier, in fact.

What do you mean?

I told Peter about us.

WHAT? WHY?

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