My Ex's Baby (Crescent Cove 8)

e sultry scent of her. Crisp winter with a layer of lemons. Not the summery fresh kind though. Something darker, spicier layered over it. And the scent of wood and sawdust swirled around us.

The walls were framed out, but they hadn’t put drywall up yet for the bedroom. I inched her back, her heels making tracks in the dust to the bed. A plastic-wrapped mattress was tucked into the frame.

Not exactly the Hilton.

Hell, not exactly my own four poster bed either, but it would do for now. I tossed my jacket on the bed as I dragged her closer and covered her mouth again, thirsting for that little sound she made.

There it was.

I chased it, my rough fingers catching on the flowy material, but then she was helping me. She stripped off a layer to leave her in a slip of dark material. Her breasts beaded up at the tips and I lowered my mouth to take one through the fabric.

Her fingers slid into my hair as she arched her back. I curled my arms around her, pressing her tighter against my jeans. I nosed my way into the layers of her dress to find the lacy thing she called a bra.

It was see-through.

“Christ, you’re beautiful.”

I twirled my tongue around the little pink tip until it was taut and the tiny moans she gave me heightened into groans. Her nails scraped along my scalp, holding me there against her.

There was no doubt she was with me.

Thank fuck.

I lifted her up and wrapped her legs around me, dragging her skirt up so I could fill my hands with her perfect ass. She held on tight, her arms around my shoulders as I positioned her to get to those breasts again. Her curls curtained around me, drowning me in her scent.

I dragged my teeth up over her chest to nip at her throat. She arched against me, her breath catching and her heart racing. I backed up until my thighs hit the mattress before turning and rolling her under me.

I didn’t quite hit my jacket, but considering the way she was arching up under me, I didn’t think she cared. I settled her across the middle of the bed, her hair fanning out as she reached up for me.

Her knee hooked around my hip as she dragged me down by my tie. “Can we get rid of this?”

“Yes, please. I hate ties.” I leaned back enough so I could jerk the tail through the knot. She made a gimme fingers gesture as I got it off.

I handed it to her as I went for my belt. She trailed the end of the tie down the middle of her breasts. “It smells like you in here. Sawdust, like your shop.”

I swallowed at the thought of her stretched out over my workbench. “You’re going to kill me.”

She grinned in the dark, her heeled foot dragging up the back of my jeans. “I don’t think I’ve ever killed a guy with lust before.”

I shoved her skirt up and hooked her knee over my shoulder. “Let’s see if I can do some of the same.” I kissed my way down her inner thigh.

“August, wait… Holy—” Her voice cut off as I tucked my tongue under the little scrap of silk she was wearing.

She was wet for me. So wet. I learned her sighs and her intimate taste. The salty seascape that would forever be Kinleigh in my mind. Her thighs quivered and my name rumbled through her throaty sighs.

I found her tight little clit and circled it ruthlessly. She writhed under me and I had to hold her down from bucking me off of her. Her moans turned into cries, and she twisted to get away from me at the same time she gripped my hair to make me stay.

I grinned against her thigh and drank her down as she vibrated under me. I couldn’t take it anymore.

Tugging at my jacket underneath her, I prayed my hands were steady enough to get on the condom. Thank God for Gideon.

I hooked her legs around my hips and leaned back to get to my belt again. She reached for me, helping me until we were laughing and fumbling with the buckle and zipper and then her cool, long fingers were around me.

Her huge blue eyes glimmered in the low light. “Well, hello there.”

My face went hot, but luckily, I was pretty sure I was hidden in the shadows. She tightened her hold and licked her lips.

“No way. I won’t make it.”