Page 16 of Summer with a Single Dad

When he eased back just enough to look into my eyes, I wished he hadn’t stopped.

My stomach flip-flopped. “Chris.” I sighed his name.

“I want you, Emily,” he said. “I can’t fight it. And I won’t deny it.” His eyes were hypnotic, pulling me in deeper and deeper. I was in a trance, leaning in closer to him. “Tell me you don’t feel anything, and I’ll walk out that door.”

“Chris, I?—”

“I mean, I’ll come back for Luke’s training because Lord knows he needs it.” His rumble of laughter had my mouthcurving up. “But if you tell me no, I won’t bring it up ever again. I’ll keep things strictly professional.”

Shaking my head, I couldn’t find the words.

“I’m going to need a verbal, Emily.”

“Take me,” I said.

“Thank you?” he teased, cupping his ear. “I didn’t quite catch that.” The playful smirk on his mouth did me in.

“Take me to my bed and fuck me like you did before. Make me remember, Chris. Make me feel good.”

When he reached for my waist, I leaped into his arms, circling my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

“My room’s down the hall. Last door on the right.”

Carrying me like I weighed next to nothing, I remembered his strength and endurance.

He closed my bedroom door behind him, ignoring Luke’s whimpers as he was shut out.

“On second thought,” Chris said, setting me on the floor. My legs wobbled. He held up a finger. “Don’t move.” Poking his head out of the door, he said, “Look, buddy, you’re going to sleep with Moose and Rufus. Be good. Go to bed. Go on, go to bed.”

When he turned back to me, his eyes widened in excited amazement. “Damn.”

“I didn’t want to waste any time,” I said, standing before him, completely naked.

He tore off his shirt and kicked off his shoes before ripping off his pants, boxer briefs, and socks.

Seconds later, we were jostling for control on top of my bed.

“Stop fighting me,” he said against my mouth. “I’ve been dreaming of you, of tasting you. I want to lick your pussy until you give me every last drop.”

I was stunned, speechless. “O-Okay,” I stuttered.

He chuckled and kissed me long and hard before moving down my body.

I was already panting in anticipation when his tongue touched me. I arched up, an automatic reflex, when he licked slowly up and down, over and over. Unable to suppress my cries, I threaded my fingers through his hair for leverage. He flicked my clit, circled around, and flicked again.

“Chris, please,” I moaned.

He sank his fingers inside and started his delicious process again.

Within seconds, I cried out, “I’m close. So close. Oh, god.”

“Come on my tongue,” he said. He pulled his fingers out, plunging his tongue deep inside, moving his thumb to my clit.

“Oh, fuck!” My cries echoed off the walls as the orgasm of my life ripped through me.

When I opened my eyes, everything was hazy and spinning. My heart was beating so hard I knew if I tried to sit up, I’d topple over.

“God damn, Emily. You taste like fucking heaven.” He took two final licks and sucked any remaining juice off my clit. “I could stay buried between your legs for days.”

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