Have My Baby (Crescent Cove 1)

And it was both hilarious and terrifying. I just wasn’t sure which one was going to win out.

I slowly crept down the hall as the numbers increased. Seventeen was at the end of the hall. A suite, I’d guess, with a huge bed with sumptuous sheets and class. And I was a drowned rat on her way to get laid.

A testament of my life to date.

Before I could lift my hand to knock on the door, it flew open and Seth reached out to drag me into the suite. Good guess there. Everything was as high-end as the hallway, but right now, I didn’t care.

Right now, there was only him and me and a flashing need in his eyes that mirrored my own. His gaze dropped to my dress and the naked excitement went dark as his brows lowered.

I looked down at myself. In the brightly lit living space, there was no denying the see-through nature of my dress was even worse than I’d feared. My nipples pushed at the thin material of my bra and right on through to the cotton dress.

“You walked through the hotel like this?”

I lifted my chin. “Someone kept me out in the rain.”

He stalked to me and dragged my denim jacket off. My skin instantly flooded with chill-bumps, making my nipples even tighter.

His hands fisted at his sides and the muscle in his jaw pulsed. Didn’t he like what he saw?

I crossed my arms over my breasts, but he pulled them back to my sides. “No, don’t cover yourself.”

“Then why do you look like you’re about to go all T-Rex at the end of Jurassic Park?” My question became more a squeak when he spun me around to look at the back.

“Jesus fuck.” He fell to his knees and I yelped as his fingers raked up the outside of my thighs. “This perfect ass was on complete display to everyone?”

I tried to turn around, but he held me still. “Well, someone demanded my panties.” The reply ended in a growl of exasperation. I didn’t understand him at all.

My skirt rose as his touch grew bolder. When the cool air of the room hit my over-sensitized flesh, I had to bite back a whole different kind of growl.

His fingers went from my thighs to the heavy curve of my ass. He lifted my dress higher and I tried to move away from him.

“I know I?

?m not perfect.”

His grip intensified as his tongue flicked over the crease where my butt met thigh. I wobbled on my feet, but he held me still. “This ass is perfection.” He filled his hands and I wanted to die.

I could only imagine how much flesh overflowed even his big hands. No matter how much running around I did, I had a butt for days. Probably because of my deep and abiding love for ice cream.

Living over an ice cream parlor definitely wasn’t helping my affliction.

“Open your legs, Al.”

“Seth, I don’t need all this. I’m totally a sure thing.”

“Then open your fucking legs.”

My boots thudded on the carpet as I widened my stance. I felt ridiculous. On display in a way I’d never imagined.

He bunched up my skirt and maneuvered me until I was actually sticking out my ass. Before I could slap his hands away and smack him for being so ridiculous, his warm, wet tongue slid between my thighs and along my dripping pussy.

The little squeak became a moan as I dragged in all available oxygen in the room. I had no choice but to bend my knees or I’d topple onto my face.

He didn’t let up. Didn’t give an inch.

Or rather he gave me a lot more that I thought was possible with just his tongue and lips. He curled inside of me and carved out every space, every drop of wetness and I lost my balance as the room fuzzed.

I grabbed for something and found his wrist. He held my ass apart to get deeper. Leaving no part of me untouched. I didn’t have time to be embarrassed.