The Truest Thing (Hart's Boardwalk 4)

I did as I was told. But first, I yanked his pajama bottoms down far enough for access. Then I climbed over him.

I was already naked.

Straddling Jack, I pressed my breasts to him, undulating as our lips met. He slid his hand into my hair, fisting it to hold me to him as he kissed me hungrily. Feeling him ready—I’d been ready since I woke up and started ogling him—I shifted my hips until he was right where I wanted him and drove down.

As Jack entered my body, we both moaned, breaking the kiss.

I pressed my hands to his chest, gazing lovingly, hotly into his eyes as I rode him.

Jack gripped my hips, watching me with deep, male satisfaction. Our pants were deliberately restrained, my cries choked in my throat as the tension coiled tight and low in my belly.

“Em,” Jack groaned, his hands moving to my ass. “Fuck.”

“Shh,” I reminded him.

In answer he sat up, changing the angle of his thrusts and catching my pleasured cry in h

is mouth. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders as he pulled me tight to him, kissing me hard, deep, our mouths fighting to stay together as I rode him, I moaned helplessly against him.

I missed being able to scream his name as I came, and I knew he missed it too.

His hand moved between us, his thumb pushing down on my clit. “I’m close, sunrise. I need you with me.”

He rolled his thumb on the bundle of nerves between my legs and I slammed my mouth down on his so he could swallow the sound of my climax. Then I was taking his grunts of release. He throbbed inside me as my pulsing sex wrung him dry.

“Fuck,” he muttered, pressing kisses down my chin, my throat. I arched my neck, sighing blissfully as he captured a taut nipple in his mouth and sucked.

“Jack …” I undulated against him again, my fingers curling in his hair at the nape of his neck. “Baby—”

“Daddy!”

Jack released my nipple and pressed his forehead to my chest.

“Mommy!”

“I’ll go,” I whispered.

Jack lifted his head. “It’s okay.” He gave me a squeeze.

“No, you don’t have to get up for another half hour. Sleep.” I gently pressed him back to the mattress as I lifted off him.

His jaw clenched and he grunted as he lost me. “Fuck, I miss my sunrise.”

“I’m right here.” I grinned at him as I rolled out of bed.

I could feel his eyes on my ass as I moved across the room to where I’d thrown my nightie.

“You know what I mean, Em,” he murmured.

Turning around, I pulled on my robe just as our daughter yelled for me again. We could tell by her tone it was not urgent, she was not hurt. She was just ready to get up and face the day.

“You’re launching a business. It takes time.”

“It’s not worth losing time with my two favorite girls. That’s the first time we’ve made love in three weeks.”

I knew that.

I was counting.