Who's the Daddy (Crescent Cove 3)

Not exactly the sexiest outfit in the history of man, but I hadn’t realized my world would be spinning quite this way tonight. From the proposal to the unerringly slow way he was undressing me.

It didn’t feel clinical in any way. But the way he opened me up, divesting me of every piece of clothing, made my skin buzz in reaction. Tights, then shirt, then bra.

All the while, his cock grew harder and more insistent behind his rapidly dropping zipper. As if he was bursting to get to me.

And damn if I wasn’t ready for all of it. To touch all of him from chest, to thighs, to that surprisingly luscious butt he hid under baggy jeans. I wanted all of it.

But he was determined to go slow, no matter how I sighed or tried to help speed up the process. He simply pushed my hands out of the way when I tried to help. His heavy-lidded gaze made everything inside of me slow down as if my blood was made from molasses on a cold night.

Finally, he pressed my bare foot against his hot belly and kissed his way up my calf to my knee and then my thigh. He reached for the little snap on my skirt. It wasn’t quite as easy to remove as the rest of my clothes.

My body was already changing a little. My belly was still flat, but my narrow waist was widening just enough that my clothes were starting to feel different. He reached behind my waist as I lifted to help him. He slowly dragged the material over my ass and slid it down my thighs to join the rapidly growing pile of clothes on the chair.

I toed open his shirt. “Off.”

A slow smirk tugged at his lips. He shrugged it off his shoulders and placed it with the rest of my clothes. A few freckles marched across the center of his smooth chest. A single tattoo bloomed across his shoulder. A checkered flag rippled as if snapping in the wind. The number 44 filled the bigger flag, then a smaller 42 seemed almost hidden in the folds.

So many questions tugged at me, but he dragged me down the bed, opening my legs enough for him to resume his path.

I reached over my head for the headboard and he smiled from in between my legs. “Think you need to hold onto something, darlin’?”

“I think so.”

He slowly licked my slit. “Good plan.”

The Dare I’d been with before tonight had always been thorough, but in the past, there had seemed to be a timer in the back of his brain. As if he was rushing to be in too many places at once.

Not tonight.

Not now.

He was unhurried as he knelt onto the bed and widened me with his shoulders. He slid his arms under me and laced his fingers over my belly, holding me down on the bed.

“Oh, God.”

The smirk was back. The one I remembered from our first night. But then a serious look came over him and he bent to me. I arched off the bed as he slowly, methodically learned every inch of me.

I didn’t have time to be embarrassed by the fact that he seemed to be mapping out every square corner of my lady garden. I was too busy trying to breathe through the slow building pleasure.

I could actually see the word recalculating flicker in his eyes as he watched me and listened for every reaction. And gosh, did he learn everything. I was a panting mess when he finally stopped teasing and went in for the kill shot. Fingers, tongue, and a sucking bite tossed me over the tumultuous ledge that only Dare seemed capable of throwing me over so easily.

When he finally covered me, I was writhing on the bed. His jeans hit the floor and his mouth crashed onto mine. Probably to try to quiet me down, but I couldn’t seem to work my brain around stopping the sounds. Instead, he silenced me with his lips, his tongue, and his wonderfully solid body.

He rolled his hips against me and slid inside.

Dear God.

I hissed out a breath as he stretched me wide. His hips pressed me deeper into the mattress as he slowly glided in and out of me. He gripped my hair, turning my head where he wanted me as he kissed me with his usual intensity. The kind I was used to from the rest of him. Hungry and quieting at the same time.

I grabbed onto his amazing butt, trying to get him to go faster. To pump into me like he’d done before. Harder and rougher. The tempo had been just exactly what I’d needed that afternoon when he put my bed together.

But no, he was determined to go slow. To drill into me until his body literally seemed to be becoming part of me. I raked my nails down his back as I lifted my hips up for more.

He pinned me and stared down at me with such naked intensity I could do nothing but take what he was giving. A gentleness trapped under coiled aggression.

“Dare,” I whispered.

He buried his mouth against my neck and sucked, then did this thing with his hips that gave me the friction I needed. I curled around him as the slow rolling orgasm finally unfurled like the flag on his arm.