Wrong Bed Baby (Crescent Cove 10)

I brought my hands up to her waist. My thumbs coasted over her small baby bump before I pushed up her shirt to get to her soft skin. Her nipples were already flushed in that way that told me she was closer to detonation than I’d thought.

I closed my mouth over her nipple and drew hard. She brought a hand up to the back of my head and held me there.

“Yes. Harder,” she whispered brokenly.

I scraped my teeth over her skin as her belly bumped mine. I slowed at the contact, but she dug her nails into my scalp.

“No. Not gently. Take me like you mean it, Mr. Beck.”

I gulped down a groan, lifted her skirt, and clapped my hand over her bare cheek.

“Yes,” she groaned as she arched her back. “I’ve been a very bad girl, Mr. Beck.”

I used my teeth again to tug at one nipple then the other, following the siren call of her body. Where we’d started. Hot for one another to a level I’d never experienced before.

I whipped the shirt over her head and inched to the edge of the chair so I could get her closer.

Her fingers fumbled with my buckle and then those strong fingers were inside, dragging me out of my boxers and the confines of my zipper. “Luna,” I said against her neck. “I need to get inside you.”

“Yes. Yes, I want that. Now.”

She pushed at my trousers to get me totally free of the layers. I eased forward another few inches to get the pants off.

Something hit the floor.

“What was that?” she asked against my mouth.

Oh, nothing, just your freaking ring.

“Probably my wallet.”

She frowned as she twisted her fingers around the base of my cock. She peered over the side of the chair.

I gripped her chin and turned her face back toward me to try to distract her with a long, slow kiss. She let out that sultry groan-slash-moan that usually meant very good things were going to happen.

Her other hand pushed at my trousers for better access, and she found my wallet. She frowned at it.

I took it and tossed it over my shoulder before reaching under her skirt to make her forget all about ring boxes.

Hopefully. I wasn’t sure if my cock was more of a draw than jewelry. But I had other tricks up my sleeve.

She hissed out a moan and flung her head back as she rode my fingers. Slick heat swallowed me deeper as I curled two of them inside of her.

With a moan, she leaned back to grab the chair for purchase as she got lost in my touch. I leaned forward to take a nipple into my mouth as she breathlessly said my name in that way that indicated she was close.

I wanted to feel her coming around my cock, not my fingers. I fumbled between us and pushed her panties aside. She giggled as I tried to get our bodies to line up without dumping us both onto her wide rainbow rug.

She straightened and curled her arms around my neck. “Do you have a little treat for me?”

“Not so little,” I grunted as the head of my cock bumped against the top of her slit. “Tip your hips forward, baby.”

Suddenly, she frowned. “What’s that?”

“My very happy cock who wants inside,” I said against her neck.

“No.” She nudged me back. “That.” She pointed at the floor.

“You should be focused right here.” I shifted to block her view.