Baby Daddy Wanted (Crescent Cove 5)

“Then show me.”

I thought I had been. I’d just have to work harder.

She pulled my hand between us and pried my fingers open to get to the condom. She ripped it open and slipped it free. “Even ribbed for her pleasure,” she said with a laugh.

“It’s all about you.”

“Us.”

I stared into her eyes. I wasn’t sure there had ever been a woman quite like Veronica in the whole of my life. “Us,” I agreed.

As she rolled the latex on me, I tipped back my head at the pressure of her touch and the stupid latex. But I was also so glad it wasn’t about creating a baby.

Yet.

I knew it would be coming, but right now, it was about this. About mutual pleasure and feeling so goddamn good.

“Murphy,” she whispered.

I stared at her and moved in until the tip of my cock found her heat. I reached down to make sure she was ready for me, but she grabbed my hand.

“Just you,” she breathed, inching closer to the edge of the counter.

Then she drew me inside.

It felt so good that I wanted to close my eyes and savor it. To lock the memory away in the night, but that would make it only about me. Not about us.

So, I watched her face as I stretched her open with my hips. As I gripped her thighs and held her still while I buried every single inch in her welcoming body.

“God, yes,” she hissed out on a long, slow breath.

And I matched that breath, because she literally felt like heaven.

My personal version of it.

I slowly drew out and fit myself back into the sweet clasp of her body. When she hooked her legs around me again, I gripped the edge of the granite and cushioned her from the hard edge as I thrust into her again and again.

She curled herself around me like a vine and met me stroke for stroke, groan for groan, and my name was the sweetest chant from her lips.

I lost it. Every chivalrous and polite stone that had built me crumbled in her arms. I drove into her and chased a pleasure so profound I couldn’t possibly come out on the other side as the same man I’d once been.

She found my mouth. The kiss was messy, wild, and imperfect, brought with biting lips and crashing teeth.

It was us.

Too fast—too soon—she threw back her head and shook around me. I followed her so quickly, it could’ve been nearly at the same time.

I came so hard that my cabin faded from my periphery and there was only Veronica and her wild, colorful hair with her bottle green eyes.

My heaven.

Twelve

Murphy

Goodtothelastdrop: You’ve ruined me for all other men.

Cabin Fortress: You’re damn fucking right I did.