Baby Daddy Wanted (Crescent Cove 5)

But again, it was way too early to say that aloud.

Seeing her sad about killed me. My family may be a pain in my ass, but I wouldn’t trade them for anything. So, I wouldn’t allow her to be upset. That one thing, I could take care of with the ultimate distraction.

I drew her tight little nipple into my mouth and watched as she tipped her head back in pleasure. I mapped out all the spots that made her writhe under me, and the ones that tickled. Veronica Dixon didn’t skimp on anything in her life, let alone showing me just how much she enjoyed my touch.

But this time, I let her do an equal amount of touching.

We kissed like we had all the time in the world. Until our lips were swollen and laughter drifted into broken groans. I drew her hands above her head. “Keep them there.”

She looked up at me, her green eyes flickering with gold from the fire. A light sheen of sweat dotted her chest and her need slickened her thighs. I opened her wider and found a trio of freckles on her belly just above her pussy.

I licked them and slowly connected the dots again and again as I feathered my fingers through the light strip of curls over her slit.

One of her hands dropped to my hair.

“Un-uh. You’re going to need something to hold onto.”

She lifted one brow. “Is that right?”

I nipped her inner thigh. “I didn’t have dessert.”

“You had your dessert before dinner, pal.”

“Appetizer.”

“Didn’t we go over this? I like touching you too.”

“And you will. In one hundred seconds.”

“What?”

“Count back from one hundred.” I lowered my mouth to her pussy. “If you can.”

“Of course I can.”

I nodded. “Sure you can.”

“One-hundred, ninety-nine, ninety-eight…”

I licked her gently, then a little rougher, my tongue lingering inside her warm flesh. Her words stuttered around the eighties as I gently sank two fingers inside her and brought my thumb up to circle her clit.

I risked a glance up at her and pressed my aching cock into the chaise as she arched and gripped the cushion.

“What number are you on, Veronica?”

“Seventy, sixty-nine. God, what kind of witchcraft is this countdown thing?”

I grinned against her leg before crawling up her to catch her mouth in a hot, hard kiss. “Sixty-eight, was it?”

Her eyes blazed and she gritted her teeth through the sixties as I pumped my fingers inside of her lightly, then harder, then back again, searching for the right combination for this woman. The only woman I wanted to know inside and out.

She wrapped her legs tighter around my hand when she hit the forties. I followed her until she was crowded up at the head of the long chair. I stepped off to get a better angle and flipped her around onto her knees.

“Murphy,” she groaned. “God, just fuck me.”

“Keep counting.”

“Thirty, twenty-nine, twenty-eight.” She gripped the chair and pushed back on my hand. I cupped her and growled out her name when her thigh shook and she soaked me. I lowered to lick her from behind.