My Ex's Baby (Crescent Cove 8)

She flicked her tongue under the head of my cock. “I love the way you say my name so many different ways.”

She took me deeper and I threw my head back. Her name was more of a strangled moan this time. I was quickly losing control of the situation.

“Yes. Like that. All dark and gravelly.” She peeled down my jeans to get to more of me, digging her nails into my ass as she took me deeper.

I fisted my fingers into her curls, holding her there.

Her huge eyes were a little wild. Not the hazy and unfocused from before, but drunk on power. And I couldn’t even care at that moment. Because she had me wrapped, if only she’d see it. The truth was I’d do anything for her.

This was so much more than just baby-making practice.

I tugged on her hair and she took more of me, her nostrils flaring as she breathed in and around the invasion of my shaft. She swallowed and pumped me with her strong hand until I was wet from her mouth and the need to empty myself between those pink lips roared through my brain.

But as much as I loved her mouth, there was only one place I longed for.

I eased back and swiped my thumb along her swollen lip. She greedily pulled my thumb into her mouth and I swore. I kicked my jeans away and hooked my arm around her waist to roll her under me. Those long legs quickly curled around me, drawing me where she wanted me.

“Inside me,” she said against my lips.

There would be no drawing this out. As much as I wanted to, she made me too insane.

I hiked her knee up higher and sunk into her with one long thrust.

Her nails dug into my shoulders and she caught my mouth on the next stroke. “August,” she breathed.

At least here I knew she wanted me. Knew she needed me. Not just for the baby-making. This was where we made sense?

?in each other’s arms. The slow glide of our bodies in our own rhythm. Total oneness.

I didn’t have to worry about finding the right spots or stressing about whether she was with me. Here, we were always right—she was my true north. And my perfect match.

I buried my face in her hair to find that little spot along her neck that drove her crazy. Just below the tiny little ladybug tattoo behind her ear. She arched up under me and cried out my name. I drove into her, chasing the heady and overwhelming undertow of pleasure that took me down every damn time.

My name was a steady litany between her gasps, and I wore the tattoo of her nail marks down my back as I tipped up her hips and emptied myself inside of her. My brain absolutely flatlined as I gave her everything, as I had nearly every night.

Part of me wished for the baby she wanted. The other half of me knew that I could lose her once it happened.

Her arms slipped from my shoulders as she went boneless underneath me.

I was tempted to do the same. Just roll her to the side and crawl behind her and find the blissful sleep I couldn’t seem to find anymore.

But then my stomach growled—loudly.

Kinleigh giggled under me. “Guess I should let you have that pizza now.”

I withdrew from her and dropped onto my side. “Now that you got what you wanted?”

Fuck.

I wanted to snatch the words back, but luckily, she didn’t take offense. Instead, she curled her arms around her knees and tucked them against her chest.

“What are you doing?”

“Making sure all those guys stay put for a bit. Maybe do their job.”

I dropped my arm over my eyes.

“What? I was reading on this site that said you should put your legs up if you can. I was thinking about moving my bed over there so I could put my feet up on the wall.”