Claim My Baby (Crescent Cove 2)

Especially when this was exactly what I’d told everyone I was looking for. No-strings-attached sex.

Yet Oliver was different. He was Ally’s brother-in-law, and we’d have to see each other absolutely everywhere. At holiday dinners, at the diner, walking down the flipping street…

But you think it won’t be weird if he chokes the chicken in front of you? It’s practically the same thing, except you don’t get the O.

Assuming I didn’t spontaneously combust the second he whipped out his cock. There were no guarantees there.

“Sage?”

See, that worried expression mixed in with the lust. That was what was messing me up. More and more evidence was piling up to make me think he truly did care about me underneath all the bluster.

Perhaps fighting really was foreplay, and we’d just had a super-long extended session of it.

“Sorry. I’m just having an out-of-body experience.” I inhaled deeply and reached for the hem of my cami, pulling it over my head before I chickened out entirely.

He just wanted to look. I had a nice rack. I even thought they were better than nice, when I wasn’t obsessing on Jim’s failure to launch.

And I was done with thinking about any other man than the one currently staring at me as if he wanted to eat me alive and then lick his fingers.

I dumped the cami on the floor and sat back, stretching my arms along the sides of the tub, gripping the smooth material to keep from bolting. That kind of focused attention was new for me.

Overwhelming. Addictive.

“You’re magnificent,” he murmured.

Another inward breath. I could feel my confidence swelling like a balloon with every moment he remained fixated on my breasts. He wasn’t even trying to hide his avarice. I was flushed all over, and a quick glance down proved that pinkness wasn’t just in my cheeks. Between the heat from the Jacuzzi and my embarrassment and arousal, my normally pale skin was a deep red. And my nipples were like tight cherries, dipping above and below the water every time I shifted.

I was shifting a lot. Squirming, actually.

“Thank you.” I gulped more air. “Your turn.”

Unlike me, he didn’t hesitate. He rose onto his knees, gripped the waistband of his boxers and eased the elastic over his…wow. I only caught a brief glimpse before he dropped below the bubbles to get them off.

He tossed them over the side to join my cami. I studied the pile of our clothing, only turning back to him when the rush of water dragged my attention back to my current situation. I was regretting now my limited experiences with porn. Maybe then I’d be more comfortable watching as he…

God, he was gripping his cock. His large, fully erect cock.

Sweet mother of Jesus. I was not equipped to handle this.

And in this case, I was not speaking metaphorically.

“Jim was not built like you.” I covered my mouth with my hand, figuring my accidental comment would make him growl again, but instead he only smiled, slow and wide like a Cheshire cat.

Of course. Because men always had to have the biggest and most powerful tools around. Or at least believe that they did.

I lowered my hand and decided to say something else I was thinking. On purpose this time.

“You’re so big,” I breathed.

He gave himself one long, slow stroke, then licked his lips. “Do you want to touch me?”

Fifteen minutes ago, I probably would’ve said no. Next level. Not ready to go there yet. Not with Oliver.

But now, I inched forward, my new resolve filling my chest.

“Just do whatever you’d like.”

His voice was low, guttural. Impossible to resist.