Baby Daddy Wanted (Crescent Cove 5)

No fucking way.

I tore my mouth away and whipped her soft shirt over her head. All her hair was down and the colorful waves danced around her shoulders and down her back. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with your hair down.”

She shook it back and her surprisingly full breasts pushed at the lacy cups of her bra. I traced the back of my knuckles down the slope of one before lowering my mouth to the tight tip pushing against the fabric.

She slipped her fingers into my hair and held me tight as I sucked her through the stretchy cup. I curled my arm around her waist and hauled her up so she could wrap her legs around my middle.

I shifted her higher and nudged her bra away from one nipple and groaned around the soft skin before I circled the taut peak. She held onto my shoulders and arched to give me better access.

“God, yes.” Her voice broke through the silence of the room and urged me to do more, cover every inch of her chest and neck.

She giggled at the rough scratch of my heavy two-day’s growth. I flicked open her bra and it hit the kitchen floor.

Latte yelped and raced for the lace. He immediately tangled himself in the straps.

“Oh, no.” She held onto me, but was hanging down to try and help the puppy.

Me? I was still trying to get around the fact that Veronica was naked in my arms. And her unbelievabl

y perfect breasts were dragging across my chest.

“Murphy. Help him.”

“Right.”

I set her on the kitchen island and scooped the dog up with her lacy strappy bra thing. He was trying to gnaw on the straps. “Okay, okay. No, sir. That’s not yours.”

I brought him into the living room and set him on the couch with the blanket he’d commandeered. Evidently, he liked the Sherpa-like underside of my cozy plaid blanket.

“Give a guy a break, huh?” I squeezed one of his half dozen toys and the pup attacked the little pink elephant.

“That’s right. Kill it.” I looked over at Veronica with a smile and held up the bra I’d saved. “I don’t think he hurt it.”

She waved it off and swung her legs where she sat on the edge of the breakfast bar. She leaned forward enough that her breasts swayed lightly and my damn tongue went bone dry.

Don’t say bone, man.

I turned back to her, my pants bunched around my hips, my dick tenting my boxer briefs. “Tell me the moment wasn’t ruined.”

She crooked her finger at me, and I returned to her as casually as my bunched pants allowed. “No way. Unless we have to run into town for a condom because I so don’t have one in my purse.”

I dug my wallet out of my pocket. “Would you think less of me if I admitted I’d purchased a fresh pack after you started talking dirty to me on the internet?”

Her smile widened. “Even when you knew I might not be cool with knowing Cabin Fortress’s alter ego?”

“Gotta say that my dick really wasn’t thinking it all the way through. And I was hoping you wouldn’t hate me when you found out. If we ever got there.” I fished out the condom and set my wallet on the counter.

She hooked me closer with her ankle and plucked the condom out of my hand. “I like a man who knows what he wants.”

“This man wants you. So very much.”

She swallowed and I wondered if I had gone too far, too fast.

This definitely wasn’t going exactly the way I’d planned, but it was perfect for me. “I can put the food on warm and take you back to my room. I’ll show you just how much I want you.”

She reached between us, down to where I was still as hard as a damn tire iron. “I’d like that.” Then she bit her lower lip. “For the second round.”

“Girl, you’re killing me.”