My Ex's Baby (Crescent Cove 8)

She tried to sit up. “It’s only right to return the favor.”

“Next time.” She tightened her hold and I grunted. “Definitely next time.”

She went quiet, but I didn’t want to let her think. I couldn’t do this only once with her. Not after knowing just how perfect she was for me. But I wouldn’t push now. I’d wait her out just like I’d been doing for months.

Surely I had more patience inside me. Just not right now.

I lifted the foil packet between us and she snatched it from me. “Dear Goddess, thank you.” She tore it open as I freed myself fully.

Before I could ask for the condom back, she rolled it down on me.

“Shit.”

She dragged me down over her and I had to get inside her. I nudged aside her panties and hissed as I slid inside to the root, as if we’d done this a million times instead of this being the first. She fisted around me with so much warmth and softness my vision hazed. I threw my head back at the perfection of it and then she was vining her way around me, surrounding me in her heat and wetness.

Her arms slipped around my neck and her legs curled around me until there was no air. Just Kinleigh finally wrapped around me.

I braced myself on either side of her and drove into her. Her boots were probably leaving marks on my ass, but I didn’t care. I was so far gone, pain and pleasure were a rioting mass of colors inside me.

Like an imprint I’d never get off.

All too soon, I knew the end was coming for me like a freight train. I tried to hold it off, but she felt too good.

There was no way I was going alone.

Not this time.

I reached between us, searching for where she was flushed and swollen. She cried out my name, clamping down on me. Wrenching my release from me no matter how much I tried to stave it off.

God, I was so fucking gone for her.

I threw my head back and locked my gaze with hers as she shuddered, her fingers digging into my shoulders as we matched each other in every way. I lowered my mouth to hers and swallowed her cries, giving her back a heated groan of my own.

“Kinleigh.” Her name burned my tongue. “Fuck, Kinleigh.”

Losing myself inside her was the sweetest pain I’d ever known.

Five

Warmth and bulky muscle wrapped in the scent of eucalyptus draped over me. I didn’t want to let him go.

August Beck had just been inside me. Dear Goddess, he still was. He’d left me battered like a shell along the shore, but I’d never felt more delicious.

How was he still hard?

He pressed his face into my neck, nibbling a little until I wiggled under him with a laugh.

He rose up to look down at me, his hips rocking slightly. Reminding me all over again how good we’d been together.

I groaned and dug my nails into his shoulders. He was an oak wrapped in skin. Not a single part of him was soft. And I could verify that. Whoa.

“How?”

His lips quirked. “Incentive.” He lowered his mouth to my neck again, rubbing his scruff against my skin until I shrieked out a giggle.

“Shh. Do you want to broadcast we’re up here?”

“I’m a passionate woman.”