Page 74 of Rescued by the Single Dad

That’s when she realized she’d closed her eyes and opened them again, but Clint’s eyes were closed, so she closed hers once more and just let the sensations take over. Let the stirrings in her belly and between her legs consume her as stars flickered and twinkled on the back of her eyelids.

Dipping his head, he captured the other nipple in his mouth and sucked, then bit.

She gasped and opened her eyes at the astonishing way that bit of pain raced right down to her clit, prompting a throbbing she found impossible to ignore.

His deltoid was right there. Hard and flexed and close enough to taste.

She’d always been a fan of big arms on men. Not disproportionately large, but muscular and defined. She was a butt and arms girl and had no shame in admitting that.

Flynn had neither a nice butt nor nice arms.

Really, the only redeeming quality about the man was that he had a nice smile and could be ridiculously charming—which usually landed him in hot water.

But Clint was the whole package. Nice smile, that dimple—oh, God, that dimple—beautiful eyes, great butt, amazing arms, abs that she could probably wash her laundry on, and he was a good person on top of all those other superficial things to boot. He was beautiful inside and out.

Her throat grew tight.

Crap.

She was getting emotional again.

This wouldn’t do.

“I want to be on top,” she breathed out, needing the change and distraction so her feelings for this man didn’t take over and leave her bereft of an orgasm, and clawing for commitment.

He nodded and flipped them over before she could even blink. They didn’t even separate.

“That’s skill,” she said, sitting up on his lap.

His grin made her pussy flutter.

His hands found her hips, and she started to lift up and down.

This was better. This position wouldn’t let her get too caught up in her own head, daydreaming about a life with Clint and Talia on the island.

She needed to focus.

Focus on the now.

Focus on the orgasm that was brewing in her belly.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Clint said, gazing up at her with an awe that had the back of her eyes stinging.

Dammit.

Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.

She started to ride him faster. Harder.

“Oh God,” he grunted, his fingers tightening on her hips.

Yes. That was it.

She squeezed her pussy around him and rocked her hips forward a little more, so her clit hit his lower belly perfectly.

“Bring those tits to my mouth,” he said with a demanding grunt.

She complied with eagerness and hinged forward, dropping her left breast right over his mouth.

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