Page 65 of Single Dad's Fake Bride
Her bra was plain cotton, nothing fancy, but the sight of her in it made my chest tighten. I bent to kiss her collarbone, my thumbs brushing the sides of her ribs as I worked my way lower.
“Why can't we keep our hands off each other?” I asked quietly, my mouth at the base of her neck.
Her breath caught. “I don't know, Harry, but please don't stop.”
I traced her hip, finding the button of her jeans and working it loose. She shifted to help me, and I pulled them down enough to slip them past her knees. My hands slid over the backs of her thighs, pulling her closer until her legs hung open around me.
She reached for my shirt, tugging it free from my waistband. Her fingers had just slipped beneath my shirt when she paused, her lips brushing mine. “Harry… Eloise is asleep.”
I stilled, my hands resting on her thighs. “I know.”
Her smile was small, almost conspiratorial. “Then maybe we shouldn’t…” She trailed off, but the look in her eyes told me she wasn’t suggesting we stop—just that the kitchen counter wasn’t the place.
I kissed her again, softer this time, and slid my arms around her. “Come here.”
Before she could respond, I lifted her from the counter. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms looping over myshoulders as I carried her toward the hallway. She bit back a laugh, pressing her face to my neck to keep quiet, and I could feel her trying not to let the sound escape.
We moved past Eloise’s closed door, both of us holding our breath for that moment, before slipping into my room. I nudged the door shut with my foot, and the tension of keeping silent broke into quiet snickers against each other’s mouth.
“Now,” she whispered, her smile curving against my lips, “where were we?”
I set her on the edge of the bed, following her down into another kiss that left no doubt exactly where we were headed.
I eased her back onto the mattress, bracing myself over her. Her hands were already at my shirt again, pushing it down my arms until it fell to the floor. I kissed along her jaw, down the curve of her throat, feeling the quick beat of her pulse under my mouth.
Her fingers found my belt, working it open with practiced movements. I covered her hand with mine for a moment, holding it still while I looked at her. The lamplight caught in her hair, spilling over the pillow like copper silk, and for a second all I could do was take her in.
Then I pulled her jeans the rest of the way off, letting them drop to the floor. My palms smoothed up her calves, over her knees, and along the soft skin of her inner thighs. She shifted, knees parting, the anticipation in her eyes making my chest feel tight.
I leaned in, my mouth finding hers again, while my hand slipped between her legs to trace her through the thin fabric still separating us. She inhaled sharply, her hips lifting toward me.
“Harry…” she breathed, the sound soft but urgent.
I hooked a finger under the edge of her panties, sliding them aside so I could feel her warmth directly. My fingers movedslowly at first, learning the rhythm that made her grip the sheets and bite her lip to keep quiet.
When she opened her eyes again, there was no hesitation—just that same wordless pull that had brought us here in the first place.
I kissed her again before sitting back on my knees to strip the rest of my clothes. She watched, biting her lower lip as my shirt and pants joined the growing pile on the floor. Her gaze roamed over me in a way that made my skin heat, but I wasn’t about to let her stay half-dressed.
I slid my hands under her hips, tugging her panties down slowly, the fabric catching on her knees before I pulled them free. Her bra was next—simple hooks at the back that gave way under my fingers. I eased the straps down her arms, tossing the last of her clothing aside.
She leaned back on her elbows, letting me take her in, but I caught her wrist and guided her toward me. “Come here.”
A smile curved her mouth as she crawled forward and swung one leg over me, settling on my chest before inching higher. I rested my hands on her thighs, feeling the tremor in her muscles as she positioned herself over my face.
The first taste of her made my grip tighten, the soft heat of her spreading over my mouth. I drew my tongue along her in slow, deliberate strokes, exploring every curve until I felt the smallest tremor run through her legs. She began to rock gently against me, her hips pressing forward with each pass, a muffled sound caught in her throat as she tried to keep quiet. Her fingers slid into my hair, tightening with each flick of my tongue, holding me firmly to her as her breathing grew faster and more shallow.
When her hips began to move faster, I pressed my hands to her lower back, guiding her into a deeper rhythm while I drew her higher. Her gasp broke into a low, desperate sound, herthighs clamping tight around my head as every muscle in her body went taut. I felt the pulse of her release against my mouth, the quiver starting deep inside her and rolling outward in waves. She shook through it, her breath hitching with each crest, her hips pressing down as though she couldn’t bear to lose the contact. Only when the tremors eased did she sag slightly, the taste of her still warm on my tongue.
Sadie slid back down slowly, the lingering tremor in her thighs brushing against my sides as she settled over my waist. Her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow pulls, each breath making her breasts lift under the faint light. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, dark with something that made my pulse thud harder. Without a word, she let her palm trail down my stomach, fingers curling around me with a sure, steady grip.
She guided me to her, the first brush of her heat drawing a quiet, unsteady breath from both of us. She lowered herself gradually, inch by inch, her inner muscles stretching around me until we were fully joined, every movement deliberate enough to draw out the tension and make each breath between us heavier.
Once she had all of me, she braced her hands on my chest and began to move, her pace unhurried but sure, every shift of her hips pulling a low sound from my throat. I held her hips, letting her ride me, the lamplight catching the flush across her skin.
Once she had all of me, she braced her hands on my chest and began to move, slow at first. I let my hands roam over her, from her hips to her waist, taking in every inch of her body.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” I said. “Every time you move, I can’t look anywhere else.”
