Baby Daddy Wanted (Crescent Cove 5)

There were no awkward glances and fumbling touches now.

I cupped her perfect ass and fit her against my very hard, very happy cock. Finally, he was going to get a little bit of heaven. Well, if I totally didn’t screw everything up.

It felt like I’d been waiting for her forever.

Probably because I had been.

“Off,” she said against my mouth. “Too many clothes.”

I leaned back enough to drag my hoodie over my head. I had a chambray shirt under it, but she was already worming her way under it to get to my chest.

“Goodness.”

“Veronica,” I said with a laugh as she got tangled in the shirt. Then there was no more laughter when she ripped the shirt open and buttons rained down around us. “Holy shit.”

She raked her nails through my chest hair. “Nope, that’s my line. Look at all this gloriousness you’ve been hiding under your layers. For shame.” She peered up at me with lust and excitement in her gaze.

“I…” And then I was a goner when her mouth buzzed along my pecs down to my belly. I tried to suck it in and she gripped me harder.

“So strong and big.”

I wasn’t sure what to say to that one. I wanted to preen, but that wasn’t me. That was my brothers and others I knew. I wasn’t the guy who got naked in the middle of the kitchen with all the fucking lights on.

But right now, I felt amazing. And strong and sexy. At least that was how she saw me and that was enough.

My belly quaked as she ran her nails down the arrow of hair that led to the snap of my work pants. “Programmers don’t have bodies like this,” she said and jerked the snap open.

“They do if they’re part time carpenters.”

“I’ll have questions about that later, right now?” She pushed me back a step and slid off the counter to reach into my pants. “Right now, I want to see all the goods.”

I swallowed and groaned as she tightened her super fucking strong fingers around my very hard dick. Of course, she wanted me for this. I was a tool to reach her very clear goal.

A baby.

She drew me out of my boxer briefs and licked her lips. “Tell me you have a condom.”

I blinked before my hands came back up to rest on her hips. “Condom?”

“Yeah. We haven’t had the baby daddy talk and tests and all that other stuff. Right now, I just want this.” She squeezed me firmly and coasted her thumb over the sensitive ridge of my head. “Inside me. It’s been a damn long time, Fort–Murphy. It’s been a long time since I wanted to do this with anyone. Added to the fact that it’s been a crazy few weeks where I wanted to do it with two men.”

I lowered my forehead to hers with a groan as she found the little drop of precum her words had caused. “It’s been a fair bit of time for me too, Veronica.”

She closed her eyes for a moment before her endless lashes fluttered back open. They weren’t caked with makeup either. Soft and natural with a little bit of something to make her green eyes glow.

But it was all her.

No artifice.

Just the girl of my freaking dreams.

“The way you say my name makes me crazy. No one ever uses my full name. Heck, they even call me a million different ones, but never pick the right one. No one but you.”

“Ditto, girl. Not even my mama calls me Murphy.”

She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t like Moose. Not that they aren’t perfectly majestic creatures, but it has a whole different meaning the way people say it. And you’re not a moose. You’re Murphy. My Murphy,” she said and pulled me back down to her mouth.

I growled out her name into the kiss as she stroked me, making me even more insane. I’d wanted her for too long to have her going at me like this without some serious repercussions. I would not be coming in her hand like an untried teenager.