The Single Dad (The Dalton Brothers 3)

One that involved spending more time with her, one that would allow me to continue gazing at her.

Did I want her to stay?

Of course I fucking did.

I also wanted to fight these urges.

I wanted to tell her to go to bed and lock the door.

I wanted …

Her.

“Don’t go,” I ordered. “Don’t move a fucking inch.”

As I took a deep breath, I smelled her in the air.

A coconut breeze that made every part of my body hard.

“Sydney …”

Her arms moved behind her, and she gripped the edge of the island, her hair framing her cheeks, her eyes filled with a seductive glare.

The new pose, with her shoulders pushed back, caused my eyes to dip to her tits.

My fucking God.

That smile.

The way her breathing was speeding up, her chest rising and falling so fast.

The way her eyes were luring me in.

Urging me.

Goading me.

I needed to calm myself down.

I needed to push these thoughts out of my head.

I couldn’t have this woman.

I couldn’t kiss her.

I couldn’t put my hands on her.

I couldn’t …

I took in a mouthful of air, my hand clenching at my sides.

This wasn’t a need that was pulsing through me.

Nor was it a want.

Those were far too simple words.

This was deeper.

This was at my core.

This was ingrained.

This was too strong to fight anymore.

My feet were suddenly moving, my heart ignoring the warning signs that were blaring inside my gut, the feeling that I was about to make the biggest mistake.

Because no matter what, I couldn’t stop.

I couldn’t even pause midway.

I could only close the space between us.

The second she was within reach, I pulled her against me, my lips instantly crashing against hers.

The heat from her body scorched my skin, enveloping me, my body responding like I was already inside her.

“I can’t wait another second. I need you, Sydney.”

She moaned, “Ford,” as my hands went down her sides, rubbing those dips that I’d been staring at for so long, the way her back arched into that incredible heart-shaped ass.

Perfection.

That was what she was.

And I needed more.

While my tongue slid between her lips, I searched for that spot that would make her scream.

That was what I wanted.

That sound.

Those screams.