My Ex's Baby (Crescent Cove 8)

I shook my head. “Next, you’ll have me doing headstands for blood flow.”

“Well, that’s the wrong way for blood flow.”

I rolled off the bed and went to the bathroom to take care of...well, it surely wasn’t a condom. It was still weird to actually be that close to anyone. Condoms were a necessary evil for guys. At least the smart ones.

I had a few friends who were diehards about hating condoms. More than half of them had kids earlier than they’d intended.

Me? Here I was, actively tempting fate.

I was still waiting for the warning signs to blare in my head. So far, the only one that was tripping me up was squirrel Kinleigh. Also known as when she clammed up and tried to put distance between us.

Was it wrong to want to hold her down and tame her?

Probably.

Did I really want to tame her?

That was a definite no.

I quickly washed up. I hated to actually scrub her from my skin, but if I was going to worm my way into staying a little longer, I should probably freshen up.

When I returned to the bedroom, she was gone and the scent of spicy sauce overrode the need to analyze everything.

I snagged my boxers and left behind my jeans, and then followed my nose into the kitchen. The pizza box was open and several pieces were missing.

Kinleigh was just shutting the oven. She was a woman after my own heart—cold pizza was gross.

The music was playing again. Kinleigh’s slow hip roll as she sang along to JLo was adorable. The fact that she was only wearing my shirt was another point in this evening’s favor.

She danced her way over to the fridge and pulled out two beers—the ones she stocked just for me—and wiggled some more.

I had to grin. Damn, my woman was hot.

She jumped as she noticed me. “What are you doing, creeper?”

“Enjoying the view.” I crossed to her and slipped my fingers under the hem of my faded Chevy T-shirt to pull her closer. I hissed as the cold beers pressed against my nipples.

Her blue eyes lit. “Cold?”

“Care to try it and find out.” I lifted the soft cotton.

She shrieked and tried to move away. “No. No, Aug—”

I pushed the bottle against her breast and watched her nipple tighten and darken with the cold. She tried to squirm away, her laughter filling the space.

The best sound ever.

Still smiling down at her, I took both beers with one hand and put them on the counter behind her, and then lowered my mouth to her icy breast. I drew it deep into my warm mouth and she sighed, slipping her fingers into my hair.

Hard again, I lifted her up onto the counter.

“Again?”

“How long do we have on the timer?”

She swallowed. “Four minutes.”

“Think we can?”