Page 77 of From Maybe to Baby

As she turns to face me, her body pressing against mine, my heart thuds. I can’t deny it. I lift her hand to my lips, kissing her fingers. She murmurs, then breathes my name. Just my name. And it feels like everything.

I’m fucking done.

“I was sleeping,” she mutters.

I grin in the dark. “Not anymore.”

This makes her laugh even as my mouth comes down on hers with a quick nip of teeth. She gives in to the moment, the mood, and wraps her arms and legs around me.

“How fast can you get it done?” she asks. “After all, you are trespassing. And there’s a little spy next door who misses nothing.”

I slide a hand up her side, then down again. “Are you after fast or effective?”

“I know you.” She arches up against me. “You can handle both.”

“A challenge then.”

She arches again, pressing into me and my erection. “You’re up for it, I see.”

I laugh, even as I capture her mouth again.

“So far, so good,” she whispers a little breathlessly. Then loses her breath again as my mouth ravishes her breast. With herheart hammering under the assault, she slides her hands over my chest.

I move over her, savoring every inch. I can make her tremble, and she can make me ache. Every gasp, every sigh I draw from her beats in my blood like a goddamn drum.

I drive into her, bury myself, fill her. We pause, breath ragged, eyes locked.

Her hands lift to my face, her fingers shoot through my hair. The craze of my need overtakes me, her hips matching rhythm beat for beat.

She muffles her cries, flings herself off the edge. I am right behind her.

I let my hands roam over her, her chest, her legs, all that smooth skin. Her hands roam over me, her nails digging in, letting me know my need pleases her.

When I grip her hands, she links her fingers with mine and holds on. I want to feel her break beneath me. I want to drive her into helplessness before her power whips back and conquers me.

“Goddamn, baby. I need you.”

“I know.” She pushes me off her. I lie back and watch her straddle me. She releases a long sigh as she takes me inside, engulfing my cock.

“Fuck, baby,” I whisper, “I don’t know how long I can hold it?—”

She presses a finger to my lips and speeds up, pistoning me so hard there’s no controlling my aching balls. In seconds, I empty myself into her just as her head drops back and she convulses, her nails driving into my abdomen as she tries to hang on.

When she settles, we fall into a comfortable heap. She burrows into my neck and quickly falls back asleep.

But I am wide awake, unable to avoid acknowledging the inevitable. In the next few days, or at least before she leaves, I'llhave to lay it out for her and spit out how I feel. Then deal with whatever comes next.

For now, I hold her, enjoying the moment, not thinking about tomorrow or anything that takes me away from my delirious contentment.

The first hintthat we might be hitting our stride comes during the morning rush one week after her arrival. Alexa, who once thought 9 a.m. was cruelly early, now has Jace's braids on point before I've even finished brewing the coffee.

“It’s all about strategic incentives,” she explains, deftly weaving the final strands while simultaneously stopping Jace from dousing her school uniform in more glitter. “Braids mean we're out the door without meltdowns. Throw in super-good behavior, and she earns points towards picking the bedtime story.”

“That’s pretty clever.”

“Just applying a bit of kid psychology,” she grins.

“Sy-colla-gee,” Jace parrots, not getting the word but clearly enjoying the sound of it. “I behave Daddy.”

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