Page 37 of The Hot New Single Dad Next Door

Scott pushes me down onto my back. He towers over me on his arms and kisses me, his kiss hard and possessive.

“Oh, I do,” he says. “I like you very much.”

I gasp as he buries his face between my thighs.

I slap a hand over my mouth, his tongue rolling across my clit. I push my other hand through his hair, urging him to lick and suck on my flesh. He squeezes my hips and pulls me closer to him, feasting on me while I purr in heat. His tongue drives me wild, my hips bucking against his face, but he holds me down with a strong hand on my belly.

“Scott,” I beg as I bite my fingers. “I’m?—”

Another orgasm steals my words. Breathing hard and fast, I will myself not to moan as I grip his hair. Beyond my pounding heart, I hear his satisfied laughter between my legs. He kisses my clit one more time, then my inner thighs, loving me for as long as he can.

He releases me, beginning a slow climb up my body to my lips. I wrap my arms around him, holding him close, needing his kiss to calm me down.

We lie together, our bodies a tangled mess, our hearts beating in time. Scott shifts onto his side, his arm curling around me and pulling me against his chest. Exhaustion tickles at me, each blink heavier than the last.

But there’s so much left to say.

“Scott…” I say in the dark.

“Shh,” he whispers. “We’ll talk in the morning.”

“You’ll be here when I wake up?” I ask.

“Yes.” He kisses my cheek and holds me tighter. “Go to sleep.”

With a smile, I nod.

With tears in my eyes, I fall asleep.

I dream of sweet things. Of my bakery and blueberry mini muffins. Of firm kisses and soft embraces. Of Scott Smolders.

But somewhere in the distance, a motorcycle roars.

11

SCOTT

Ididn’t mean for this to happen.

One day, I’m packing my things into boxes, and the next… there she was.

In my shop. On my porch.

Across the street.

And today, I’m waking up in her bed, her naked body in my arms.

Last night was… a surprise.

I sat awake on the couch, watching the kids sleep and keeping one ear open. I wondered how it was I got here, how this woman gripped me so swiftly. How in two days, we went from complete strangers to potential enemies to friendly neighbors to… kissing on her kitchen table.

I couldn’t sleep. I thought maybe she couldn’t either, given the circumstances.

So, with our children sleeping soundly, I walked down the hall to see if she wanted to talk. Because I did. I needed to. There’s so much to figure out, so much to untangle in the weave of her life that I accidentally inserted myself into.

And then... there she was.

“Scott?” she whispered. “What’s wrong?”

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