My Ex's Baby (Crescent Cove 8)

In this space, I knew her. I understood what she needed. I didn’t have to chase her or search through layers of emotion and truth. Here, she was honest.

And so was I.

She gripped my thigh, trying to reach around to find me. But right now, it wasn’t about me. All too soon, I’d lose myself in her and we’d race to the finish. And she’d try to push me away again.

I wasn’t ready for that. Even if it meant blue balls for an hour, dammit.

I held her closer, dipping two fingers into her sweet, perfect heat. Her head fell back, and one of her hands came up to cover mine on her breast. “August.”

The song changed from the tongue-in-cheek lyrics to a soft, acoustic song. I let the music lead me with slow, searching explorations of her body. I drew her sweatshirt up and off, gazing down at her pale skin in the golden light of her living room.

I eased us away from the windows. No one should see her but me. Even on a nearly deserted street, it didn’t matter.

She was just for me.

I drew my fingers from her and traced lazy circles up her belly. Her necklace was long and hung between the gentle swells of her breasts. I dragged a small yellow gem over the tip and watched her nipple tighten even more. She sucked in a breath as I used the light abrasion of the chain to torment her.

To torment me.

She swayed against my jeans. Her ass fit me so perfectly. Curved enough to cushion the length of my shaft between her cheeks through the nylon shorts. I ground myself against her, swaying lightly to the song as I used the chain on each of her breasts, while I toyed with the other with endlessly patient tugs.

“You’re making me crazy.”

“Good.” I dragged my nose along her jawline. “Exactly how I want you.”

“Touch me.”

“I am.” I nipped her ear.

“More.” Her head rolled along my chest, her hair teasing me just as much as I was teasing her.

I let the chain swing back to its spot and turned her in my arms. I cupped her face, and those huge blue eyes were unfocused and soft. Lost in the pleasure I could give her.

Her busy brain buried for now.

I lowered my mouth to hers. Sipping lightly, and nipping her lower lip. She smiled into the kiss and I used it to ease my way in until we were tangled. Tongues twining and flicking, her fingers pushing at my sweatshirt and T-shirt until it joined hers on the floor.

I hissed as her water-soft skin skimmed mine for the first time tonight.

She swayed into me, her nipples digging into my chest as she went onto her toes and wrapped her arms around me. It was just enough for me to hook her leg around my hips and lift her.

“What about the pizza?”

“Later,” I mumbled into her mouth.

She laughed and hung onto me. I turned down the short hall to her room, kicking in the door. More candles and scents hit me here. These lighter and softer, with fabric and pillows everywhere. Her bed was too damn small for the both of us, but I made it work.

I stretched her out on the patchwork quilt and her hair was like fire over the peach sheets and pillowcases. She dug her purple-tipped toes into my jeans. “Off.”

“Or?” I knelt between her legs and leaned back.

She sat up and reached for my fly. “I can help if you want.”

I grinned down at her. “Is that right?”

Her long, nimble fingers raced over the zipper and quickly reached in to draw me out of my boxer briefs. She swiped her tongue over her lower lip and peeked at me through veiled lashes.

“Kin.”