Page 23 of Summer with a Single Dad

“Might?”

“Seeing as we’re both injured, we should probably?—”

“Oh, no. Uh-uh.” Chris hopped off the bed and came around to my side. “You have piqued my interest now, baby.”

I placed my hand in his.

After working together to make the strawberry shortcakes, we headed back to the bedroom, grinning like fools. Chris took our plates and set them on the nightstand.

“Strip,” he said, holding the bottle of whipped cream in his hand. “Now me,” he said when I was buck naked. I happily pulled his boxer briefs down.

“Who’s gonna go first?” I asked. I was already wet. Chris was already hard.

“Oh, me, for sure,” he said, popping the top before squirting my chest.

As his teeth and tongue licked and sucked my nipples, I reached down and palmed him.

“I don’t know which tastes better,” he said as we fell onto the bed.

He squirted another dollop of cream onto my stomach and licked it away. When he rolled his fingers and tongue over my pussy, I growled and moaned. “Oh, Chris,” I said, “you feel so good. Don’t stop.”

“Hey, Em?” He lifted his head for a fraction of a second. “Just so you know . . . you taste better than anything in the world.”

Ecstatic bliss seeped into every pore as he feasted on my flesh.

Chris had all the right moves.

He knew how to touch and tease me, so I saw stars and fireworks when I came.

What he didn’t know was how much he’d worked himself into my heart.

Chapter Eleven

Emily

I flipped the cover to the mirror on my visor and checked myself over.

“Why am I so nervous?” I asked Rufus and Moose.

They cocked their heads, regarding me with big eyes that wondered what I was talking about and why on earth I didn’t have a treat for them.

Ever since Chris walked up my driveway, my life changed. “Okay, I’m being dramatic,” I said to them.

In a way, my life had changed, though.

Everything was better. I felt more alive . . . and happier than I could ever remember being.

At Chris’s front door, my heart thundered. This was the first time I’d been to his house. He always came to mine. I thought most of that was because I had two dogs, and he just had Luke. Only when I knocked on the door did I start second-guessing things and wonder if there was another reason.

When he opened the door, my heart jumped around like a wild animal. It floored me that he could make my insides tremble after a few hours apart. It hadn’t been a full twenty-four hours since I saw him last.

“Your house is beautiful,” I said as Rufus and Moose clamored inside to say hello to Luke. I looked around, realizing he probably wanted to unpack everything before inviting me over so there weren’t boxes and packing materials strewn all over. Things were in perfect order.

“Not as beautiful as you.”

I curled into his embrace, perfectly content and completely at home.

Luke let out three barks.

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