Page 73 of Rescued by the Single Dad

She barely remembered him turning off the water or him prying the nozzle from her hands. She was in that deep of a post-orgasm delirium.

He brought a big, warm towel into the shower, patted her dry, then scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom. The bed—his bed—was already turned down, and he set her on the crisp sheet, naked and warm.

Even watching the man towel-dry himself was a turn on.

Every bunch and flex of his muscles had her lower belly fluttering. She bit her bottom lip and considered moving her hand between her legs when he tossed the towel onto a nearby wooden chair in the corner and climbed onto the bed, prowling toward her.

A tremble of excitement shot through her as she focused on his thick cock bobbing there, smacking his taut lower belly. He hovered over her, eyes hooded with lust, skin rosy from the warm water.

He smelled incredible, and all she really wanted to do was take a bite.

“You’re thinking about something,” he murmured, dipping his head to nuzzle her neck, right at that tender spot where it connected with her shoulder. “What are you thinking about?”

She was quiet for a moment.

He lifted his head, his eyes piercing into her very soul. “Brooke?”

Slowly, a small smile curled her mouth. “How badly I want to bite you.” Then she quickly glanced away in embarrassment.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him grin. Goddammit, it was a sexy grin. A cocky grin.

“You won’t see me stopping you,” he said with what could only be described as a growl before he dipped his head and closed his mouth around one of her nipples.

She sucked in a sharp breath, and her hips shot off the mattress. Then, when he bit down—gently, but with purpose—fireworks exploded in her belly and between her legs.

Settling between her legs, he reached down and notched himself at her center, then lifted his gaze to her once more. “I really like you, Brooke. I’m not sure what’s going to happen tomorrow, or the next day, but—”

“Right now is all that really matters,” she whispered, shoving down then tightening sensation at the back of her throat. Now was not the time for inconvenient emotions, like confusion and sadness.

She’d been shoved off a boat into freezing water a few days ago. None of them knew what tomorrow would bring. Or whether any of them even had a tomorrow. So why not live in the now? Enjoy the present and let the future unfold as it was supposed to.

Hooking her arms around his neck, she pulled his lips down to hers at the same time he surged forward and sunk inside.

They groaned into each other’s mouths as she accepted him into her body. The stretch was euphoric, and he must have needed a moment, too, because he just paused. Nestling his face back in her neck, he just breathed.

“Fuck ... what you do to me, Brooke ...”

She grinned and shoved her fingers into his hair.

The feeling was mutual.

Their connection was intense and scary, but even more than that, it was exciting. She’d never felt more alive, more normal or safer in all her life than she did here on the island with Clint and Talia.

It was weird, but she felt ... home.

She’d never say that to him, though.

Not yet, anyway.

Maybe future Brooke would work up the courage to articulate such a thing, but current Brooke was just living in the moment. She wasn’t going to push this man by suggesting long-distance or a relationship. Instead, she was going to just enjoy her time with him and let the whatever happen. Even if that whatever resulted in her broken hearted at the end.

After a moment to compose himself, he lifted his head again, his arms bunching and tightening on either side of her as he held up his big frame over her body.

Their eyes locked and a coy smile curled her lips upward.

He mirrored her smile, then he started to move.

Her fingers tightened in his hair as he bucked up into her, pulling out nearly to the tip, only to glide smoothly back in to the hilt. Every time he seated himself fully inside her, his pubic bone grazed her clit and she saw stars.

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