Page 69 of Who's Your Daddy?

“And I promised myself that I’d never get this twisted over a woman.” I shrug. “But here we are.”

That smile I like so much tugs at her lips. “You’re smooth.”

“I’m serious. You got me doing some crazy-ass shit I wouldn’t ordinarily do. You got me up at all hours of the night thinking about you. Are you...” I pause because I’m purposely opening myself up to another rejection. “Are you feeling any of that at all?”

“Yes...” she whispers. “But I hate that I do. I hate that I now have a whole sixties playlist on my phone. I listen to Frank Sinatra’sI’m A Fool To Want Youevery time I miss you, so it was pretty much on repeat the whole of last week. I hate that jade became my favorite color after I met you.” She’s angry and upset with herself. It’s reflected in her voice. “I hate that I turn to mush if you just smile at me. I hate that I quiver every time you touch me, like literal chills. I hate that I got butterflies watching you in Dr. Cheng’s office today. I hate that we had thisentireconversation to determine whether I want to take this further when you had me the second you told me to wear your T-shirts to bed.”

A grin spreads across my face, and I can’t seem to stop it. I wasn’t expecting her to frame anything in a positive way. That’s not her style, but hearing that settles any morsel of doubt I may have had. This is the first time she hasn’t retreated or withdrawn into her shell. Instead, she told me how she really feels and it’s a relief to know that it’s not all one-sided.

“So, if I’m reading you right...you would hate it if I kissed you right now?”

“Absolutely.”

Her arms slip around my neck, pulling me closer until her lips touch mine. I haven’t kissed her since Dylan’s wedding, and the mere taste of her sets me off. An insatiable hunger has been brewing in me for way too long. I’ve been yearning for the smoothness of her skin, the softness of her mouth. I’m ravenous now.

I slip the pajama top off her shoulders, my lips trailing down her neck, then down to her breasts.

Fuck, I missed these tits.

I cup one, relishing in the plumpness that fills my palm. Her nipples harden, and I dip my head to run my tongue over one swollen peak. A constricted gasp catches in her throat, her head falling back against the glass, her fingers threading into my hair to keep my mouth on her.

Her free hand slides down my stomach and into my sweatpants, her fingers curling around my cock. She strokes me once, and I have to grit my teeth to stop myself from blowing my load right there on her hand.

I grip her wrist to halt the movement. “I’m gonna cum soon.”

“How soon?”

“Verysoon.”

Something about that statement excites her because a seductive smile curves on her lips. She takes a step forward, urging me back. Holding my gaze, she takes another step and then another until the back of my calves hit the bed. With a light shove, I drop back onto the mattress to sit on the edge.

She hooks her thumbs into the seams of her satin pajama bottoms, and with agonizing slowness, she drags them down her legs. My dick twitches as I take in the sight of her naked body. I don’t know how she could even suggest that I would get bored with her. This is a sight I could never get bored with.

I’ve gone three weeks without touching her. Impatience is burning inside me like a furnace. I strip off my sweatpants, then reach out to pull her closer, but she steps back.

“No. Don’t move. Just stay there.”

“What are you doing?”

“Testing my superpowers.” Her tongue darts out to moisten her lips. “Close your eyes.”

I’m not sure what she’s up to, but I comply.

I feel the heat of her body as she steps between my legs. She lifts my right hand, and the warmth of her mouth covers two of my fingers. She sucks hard, and I stiffen because the sensation sends a bolt of electricity right through me.

“I told you I was close,” I rasp.

I can’t see her face, but by the way her lips curve around my finger, I can tell that she’s smiling.

“I’ve spent a lot of nights thinking about you, Peter.” She drags my fingers down, over her chin, across her nipple and the furnace within me burns hotter when she reaches the juncture of her thighs. “Remembering how good your hands feel on my body.”

Does she not know that words have consequences? And her saying that only reminds me that I’ve been starved of her body for days without end. With her fingers over mine, she guides them inside her. She’s soaked, welcoming me in. An ecstatic moan leaves her lips, and she rocks her hips to take me in deeper. Fuck, that must look so hot.

“Can I open my eyes?”

“No,” she murmurs. “Keep them closed and tell me every thought going through your mind.”

The sexy sounds she makes as she pumps my fingers in and out of her are driving me wild.

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