Baby Daddy Wanted (Crescent Cove 5)

She sat up a little and cupped my cheek, then trailed her finger down my jaw. “My serious Murphy is coming back. I’m not sure if I missed him or want him to go back into hiding.” She rubbed her heel along my back like a cat. “Whatever you do, I’m going to like it.”

“Is that right?” I traced my tongue along the elastic edge of her panties.

She licked her lips. “Oh, yes.”

“Because it’s been awhile?”

She tipped her head to the side. “Because it’s you.”

“Fuck, that is not helping.”

Her smile came back. She opened her legs a little wider. “Does that help?”

Leaning back a little, I dragged her closer to the edge of the counter to get my hands under her ass. I peeled her panties away and she yelped.

“Cold.”

I splayed her open with my shoulders. “You’ll be warm in a second.” Then I put my lips where I’d been dreaming of placing them. I licked her as if she was a popsicle on a hot summer day. Not a damn drop wasted.

She arched up under me and I held her down, clasping my fingers together over her narrow waist as I learned every corner of her. From the little places that made her shake, to the singular combination of suction and tongue that made her curl up around me and scream my name.

I focused on my directive.

My goal.

And the number of times I could get her to yell my name.

Her flavor became part of me, like a brand-new strand of DNA in my bloodstream. Nothing had ever tasted as sweet and spicy as this woman. Her thighs shook around my head, and I swore I was probably missing a handful of hair, but damn, it was worth it.

I finally looked up from her swollen pussy to find her eyes still on me. Her chest was rising and falling as if she’d just run a marathon and her cute pastel rainbow-tipped hair stuck to the light sheen of sweat on her chest.

I couldn’t help myself, I rolled up to my full height and pulled her up to meet me. I groaned into her mouth as her slightly chilled skin met my chest.

She reached between us to find me still hard as hell. “Are you done?” she

asked between pants and kisses. Then she pulled me even tighter and kissed me harder. “Because I don’t think any man has ever done such a complete job before.” She scraped her teeth down my chin. “Ever.”

I licked the last bit of her off my lower lip. “I could go for days, Veronica.”

She let my erection go and laced her hands behind my head. “Normally, I’d call your bluff, but I think I believe you. And I’m not sure I like it.”

I frowned down at her. “Why not?”

“Because you’re far too controlled. I was losing my freaking mind, and you’re as cool as a cucumber—pardon the pun.”

“Oh, there’s nothing cool about me.” I hooked her tighter around me and fumbled along the granite for the condom I’d pulled out before. “I just wanted to make sure you knew I was worth it.”

She shifted back to study me. “Worth it? Because your mouth is more talented than my entire repertoire of baking skills?”

“I doubt that.”

She curled her nails into my shoulders. “Seriously, Murphy. I don’t need you to impress me with your oral prowess. I just want to have fun with you.”

I frowned and touched my forehead to hers. “And you’re not?”

“Of course I am, but it’s not all about me.” She laid her hand on my chest. “It’s about us. Together.”

I clutched the condom. “It had to be about you, or I’d go off in a hot second.” I closed my eyes and pressed my lips into her shoulder. “I want you too bad.”