Protecting Melissa (Holiday Cove 4)

I laughed. “It involved a lot of tequila and an off-duty stripper that offered the boys and me some lessons.”

“Are you serious?”

I grinned. “Yes, ma’am! Hell, we were young, drinking, and she came up to us and schooled all of us on the art of seduction in dance.”

“Are you sure I wasn’t right with my gigolo theory?” Melissa retorted, arching her brow at my hip swivel.

“Only for you, baby.” I winked and did a spin before backing my ass up against her hip playfully. She smacked me and I whipped around and gathered her into my arms.

“Well I feel honored,” she said, her smile fading at the serious look in my eyes.

I leaned down and kissed her firm on the mouth and she melted, parting her lips to grant me access. I slowed the kiss and took her gently in my arms.

She clung to me, and I swept her off her feet and carried her down the hall to my room.

“So, if a stripper taught you your moves, then does that mean you also take your clothes off? Is there a performance I could see?” Melissa teased once I laid her down on the bed.

“You are a naughty girl, aren’t you?”

“I’m trying to be,” she said, giggling.

I glanced around the room, wishing I had a radio or something to play a song. Without music the whole thing felt weird. But if it would turn Melissa on, then I was more than willing to give it a shot.

“What are you looking for? I’m right here,” Melissa teased.

I stepped over to the edge of the bed and she lounged back. I lowered down with one knee on one side and rolled my hips for her. “There ya go…now lose the shirt.”

I chuckled and stripped the shirt off as slowly as possible, teasing her with every inch of revealed flesh. Her eyes went wide as she watched and my cock hardened. I’d need to lose the pants soon or risk cutting off circulation to the boys. Melissa stared up at me as I stripped and she licked her lips.

“You’re killing me,” I whispered to her, tossing my shirt on the ground.

With my torso bared, she ran her fingers down my abs and then toyed with the waist of my shorts. “Likewise.”

I reached for the fly of my shorts and popped the button with a flourish of my hand. “Ooh,” Melissa purred. “Show me what you’re working with, baby.”

I grinned and lowered the zipper just as slowly as I’d stripped my shirt. Melissa was almost panting by the time I dropped the shorts. My hard-on was evident but contained in my shorts and Melissa slipped her hand down the front and stroked my dick.

My eyes rolled back and I groaned at the way she worked her fingers over me. I hooked my fingers on the waistband and lowered the shorts, peeling them away. Melissa freed my cock and quickly applied her mouth before I even had a chance to tease her with it. My knees went weak as she sucked me all the way into her mouth like she was working a popsicle in the middle of the summer heat.

“Damn! Girl—” I paused and raked in a sharp breath as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked slowly back up. She swirled the tip with her tongue and I lost my hands in her long dark hair, holding on as she continued to suck and tease me. I gasped again when her free hand found my balls and fondled them gently, sending a wave of shivers all over my skin. “You’re so sexy with my cock in that sweet little mouth.”

Melissa looked up at me and I shuddered as our eyes locked. She was still fully clothed but she had never turned me on more. My shorts hit the floor and Melissa stroked the inside of my thigh before working back down me again.

I reached for the back of her shirt and started to tug the fabric up. She broke away long enough to let me strip off her shirt and tugged her bra off over her head. I pushed her back against the bed and stared at her body. Melissa shuddered as I ran my fingertips over her breasts, my touch feather light. “You’re so beautiful, baby.”

I lowered down to her and kissed her lips while I dragged my fingertips between her breasts. The kiss broke when I reached her stomach and was struck by the thoughts of our child growing inside of her. Melissa glanced down at my stilled fingers and then met my eyes. “It’s pretty crazy, huh?” she whispered.

I smiled. “Yeah. When will he or she…show?”

Melissa laughed softly. “Well, usually a few months in, but they say with the second it happens faster. So be prepared for bump city. I got pretty big with Jackson.”