Who's the Daddy (Crescent Cove 3) - Page 52

d slammed into her like a careless asshole.

I’d tried to keep myself in check, but Christ, she fit me in every damn way. As willowy as she was, I hadn’t felt like I was fucking a skeleton. She’d cushioned me in the best ways and when she pushed back against me for more...

Fuck, she’d come so hard.

Swallowing a groan, I gripped the doorjamb and willed my dick to behave.

She started to lift her shirt. “Do you mind?”

“Nope.”

“Get out.”

I jammed my fists into my pockets. “We need to talk about this.”

“Later.” She dug through her closet before returning to her bed with a dress covered in huge red flowers. “I have over fifty people that will be descending on Ally’s place in ninety minutes.”

“A test takes five minutes.”

“Dare.” She swung around to face me. “We’ll discuss it later.”

Damn that teacher voice. It fucked me up all the time. I crossed to her in two strides and pulled her up against me. “You’re not putting this off.”

“It’s just—”

“You know it’s not a stomach bug.”

She dug her fingers into my chest. I resisted the urge to back up and away from her. I was dirty and she was so fucking clean. Hell, I’d been working under Stu Jerico’s Camaro for hours to pay for a heating and A/C unit on my house.

A baby? How the hell was I going to afford that?

And still, I couldn’t resist the urge to drag her even closer. I didn’t want to let her drive off and push the idea of it away.

Maybe she wouldn’t want it.

The thought hadn’t occurred to me before this very second and I tightened my hold on her. Instead of flinching, she tipped her head up at me defiantly. “My…” She swallowed then her short nails dug into my skin. It felt good. Raw and real. “My period is never timely. It’s probably nothing.”

“Then you won’t mind taking a test.”

“Why are you pushing so hard?”

“Why are you playing ostrich?”

She frowned. “Why do you know that?”

“What?” My brows snapped down to mirror hers. “Oh. Animal Planet. Getting off topic.” She did that a lot. She wasn’t exactly a scatterbrain, but she did have her own thought process, that was for damn sure.

“Dare.” She sighed and dropped her head against my chest.

I arrowed my hand up and under her hair to massage the nape of her neck. Her firelight hair twisted and flowed around my skin. Her scent floated up, so clean and bright with that sharp tang of citrus that always threw me off. I dropped my chin on the top of her bent head. “Better to know,” I whispered.

“After,” she said again and pulled back, turning toward her bed and the garden party dress that didn’t fit it my grease monkey world. I backed out of the room without another word and left her apartment.

I couldn’t stop the slam of the door.

What the hell was I thinking with pushing on this? She was bright with her career ahead of her. What would she want with me? I was a good lay. A great lay when it came to Kelsey. And she fucking fit me like no other woman had. But in the end, it was just sex.

I slammed out the front door of the building. The truck had moved. Finally.

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