Page 121 of The Single Dad

There is a tickly sensation brushing over my inner thighs. I shimmy my hips and push the sheets down to reveal a full head of jet black hair and broad, muscular shoulders pinned between my legs.

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip and suppress a whimper, planting my hands on Cole’s back as he keeps kissing his way up my inner thigh.

“Good morning,” I whisper.

“Good morning, angel. I was getting impatient waiting for you to wake up, so I thought I’d take matters into my own hands.”

I dip into the mattress as arousal tingles in my veins, stirring me more fully awake. “Congratulations. Your efforts are paying off.”

He plants another thigh kiss. “They always do.” Another kiss, traveling slowly, achingly north.

I reach my arms up over my head and stretch. “What time is it?”

“Almost eight. But Archie isn’t awake yet.”

“How is he?”

“He’s doing well.” Cole doesn’t stop what he’s doing. “I’ve already checked on him.”

His lips move hungrily across my skin, sending a surge of tingles coursing through my veins, heating me from within.

The fact that I’m in his bed at all this morning is hard to believe, a step in the right direction for whatever we’re calling our relationship—or not calling it.

He held me close all night, and I slept better than I have in a long time with his solid frame right behind me. Waking up like this only makes it all better.

He stops right before he gets to my clit, and the pause makes me let out a plaintive noise. The man loves to tease, and he knows I love it too.

“Do you like this?” His voice is a murmur, his face buried between my legs.

A current of pleasure makes me tremble. “Yes. Fuck, Cole. Your mouth is magical or something. Please… I need…”

“I know, angel. But you’ll have to wait. I’m having my breakfast, and this is my favorite meal. I don’t want to rush it.”

I fist his hair and drag my fingers through it, biting my lip as his words make my nipples pebble. I’m squirming beneath him, my knees bent now, heels digging into the mattress. I stretch my legs open wider, trying to give him a hint that I want his mouth to start kissing between them, but he doesn’t take the bait.

He knows what I want, but he’s not going to give it to me.

Yet.

My thighs are shaking with each kiss. They get softer and softer, his lips brushing ever so slightly across my exposed skin.

The graze of his teeth as he nips a spot near my pussy makes me forget my own name. When he glides his tongue across my bare skin, I gasp.

The frustration of Cole kissing and licking everywhere except my pussy is driving me to the edge of sanity.

I push my hips up, my clit swollen, throbbing, and greedy for his mouth.

It still doesn’t work. He steers his mouth down toward my thighs again.

“Cole,” I beg. “You’re driving me crazy.”

I can feel his grin against my skin. “Maybe that’s the point.”

“I can’t take it anymore.”

He clicks his tongue. “So impatient. I should punish you for not being able to wait.”

“It’s not fair,” I whine softly, even though his words send a fresh wave of heat through me.

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