Page 120 of Single Dad Dilemma
She hummed, easing her legs from around my waist until her feet touched the ground. Having the use of both of my hands meant I could touch more, and touch her I did. Her breasts were high and full, and I skimmed my fingers over the tips until she shivered, her eyelids fluttering shut.
“You’re such a shit,” she sighed. “You make me think I’m in control, but I’m not.”
I dipped down, my hands coasting over her hips until her backside was firmly in my palms. I wrenched her tight against me until I could talk against her lips. “You’re not,” I whispered. We kissed again, so deep and so wet, my appetite for her ratcheting up to a dangerous degree as our bodies pressed together.
When she broke away, Lily’s eyes flared with the unmistakable light of challenge, and she gripped my hand, marching us toward my bedroom. Then she paused. “Wait. Which one is yours? I’ve never been up here.”
Since my mouth was busy skimming over the line of her shoulder, I laughed quietly against her skin. I gripped her hips and propelled her forward. “Second door on the left.”
“Big bed,” she said as we cleared the door. “Not much else.”
“Don’t need much else.” From behind, I cupped her breasts in my hands, and Lily arched her back with a sigh, her hands pushing at her leggings until I had no choice but to let go.
Worth it, though, as she shimmied them down her long legs, and I got my first look at the incredible sight of her long, lean body. There was a flash of ink on her shoulder blade. When she turned, I could hardly tear my eyes away from the impossibly small lace scrap of underwear cut high on her hips. There was ink there, too, just underneath the strap.
So much to discover. I shoved at the waistband of my joggers and pushed them down my legs.
Lily’s lips curved into a smug smile and she licked at her bottom lip. “Oh yes. This works for me. I can deal with all your aforementioned flaws if you know what to do with that.”
My muscles tensed from the restraint it took not to throw her on the mattress and wrench her legs open.
“On the bed. Time for show-and-tell, pretty girl.”
When she reached the foot of the bed, she spun around slowly, her hands coasting down her body in a sensual way that spoke of comfort in her own skin, especially as she carefully tugged off the lace underwear.
“I’m on birth control,” she said conversationally, like she wasn’t standing stark naked in front of me for the first time.God, look at her,I thought. My gaze lingered over every inch, every curve, slowly making my way back up to her face.
“Good,” I said roughly. “Because I don’t own condoms.”
Her lips curled up in a secretive little smile. “And if I told you I wanted you to wear one?”
My eyes didn’t move from hers. “Then I’d go out in the storm of the fucking century to get them.”
Lily’s gaze burned bright and feverish when I took myself in hand, her tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip. “That wouldn’t be very neighborly of me. Let’s not do that.”
“Let’s not,” I managed. “You said you had something to show me.”
“Why don’t you try and find it?”
My eyes locked pointedly on the space between her legs, and she tipped her head back, a throaty laugh filling the room and warming my chest. “Not that, you fiend.”
I strode toward her, catching her in my arms as we toppled onto the bed, our mouths fused in a searing kiss, one with tongue and teeth and the trading of breaths from her lungs to mine. My hips worked restlessly, my hardness pressing against her stomach as I stretched out on top of her.
Slowly, I worked my way down her body, stopping to kiss along her collarbone. Then between her breasts, lingering on the right breast, then the left, blowing first on the tips until she arched her back; then I kissed each one. Soft, sucking kisses. Worshipful kisses.
I followed the line of her ribs, my hands pressing her thighs open so I could slide my fingers between her legs.
“You ... you’re not looking hard enough,” she gasped, gripping my head as I sucked on the skin over her belly button.
“Sure I am,” I said. I bit the curve of her hip bone, and she flinched as a breathy laugh escaped her perfect lips. My fingers worked between her legs slowly, where she was wet and soft and hot, and when she moaned my name, I had to close my eyes to fight the snapping urge to push up and inside. To rut and claim and listen to all the ways I could make this gorgeous creature say my name. All the ways she could screamyesandmoreandright there.
I wanted to hear it all. Wanted to make sense of all the things building in my chest at the sight of her in my bed. I pressed my forehead to her trembling stomach and breathed her in, then added my thumb between her legs, and she raked her fingernails along my shoulders. I set my chin on her stomach and watched.
Watched as she tipped over the edge. Watched as her eyes glazed over and her chest flushed pink and pretty.
“Beautiful,” I whispered. “You’re so beautiful.”
She sighed as she came down, her hand threading through my hair. Still, I watched the play of emotions over her face. The way she licked her lips, her slow blinks as her body settled after such a violent burst of pleasure. My eyes tracked over her heaving chest, the pink flush over her breasts, and the rise and fall of her stomach as she caught her breath.
