Page 122 of Single Dad Dilemma
“I love you,” I said tightly, knowing it might be too soon, knowing she may not say it back, but I didn’t care. The words came from someplace right and true, tied to my heart as we kissed through each snap of my hips. “Iloveyou.”
“More,” she gasped. “Right there. Oh, right there.”
I held her tighter, releasing her wrists so I could brace myself. Through heavy-lidded eyes, sweat gathering at the base of my spine, muscles burning, I unleashed all the things I wasn’t able to say in the smack of my skin against hers.
That I wanted her forever. Wanted her with my ring on her finger. Wanted to see her round with a child someday. It was nothing more than a flicker of a thought, no longer than a heartbeat, but heat licked up my back and chest, a territorial flame that caught and spread.
She was practically mindless now, bracing her hand on the headboard while I worked ceaselessly between her legs.
Her breath caught on a ragged moan, and I felt the moment she tipped over, her body a trembling, needy, whimpering mess beneath me. Her legs shook around my sides as she sobbed my name.
That was all it took. The heat gathered in my hips, sharp and blinding, a roar of sensation so big that I felt the tremor in my bones.
“Lily,” I groaned, my lips dragging over her skin as I slowed my thrusts, came down from the dizzying peak.
Moments later, drained and exhausted and so fucking satisfied that it was amazing I was conscious, I buried my head into the curve of her shoulder, and her hands smoothed over my back as my weight slumped over hers.
I gathered her in my arms and turned us onto our sides, unwilling to pull from her body just yet. We kissed softly, the sweat cooling on my back as she dragged her hands over my skin. Her expression was bliss, and it made me smile as I pushed the tangled hair off her face.
“Oh yes,” she sighed, kissing my cheek, the edge of my jaw, then the corner of my mouth. “This will work for me just fine.”
I laughed, kissing her more deeply, coasting my hands up and down her back. “Good.”
Lily grinned as she pulled away, a devious light in her eyes that twisted my heart with a pleasant ache. “You love me, huh?”
I let out a disgruntled sigh. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
I kissed her again, lingering a bit longer this time. “Probably.” Then I tickled her side. “And you got a tattoo for me. What does that say?”
Her eyes softened. “Oh, I can’t tell you that yet,” she said quietly.
My heart swelled, hope surging in my chest. “No?”
“No.” She snuggled against my chest and sighed. “Can’t make it too easy on you.”
I smiled against the top of her head. “Yeah, I’d hate that.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Lily
“Oh, come on, just one.”
“I feel stupid.”
I sighed. “What if I send you one first?”
The silence on the other end of the phone went thick, only the sound of his deep breathing for a few seconds, until his roughened voice filled my ear.
“What kind?”
“I guess you’ll see.”
“Sort of naughty or really naughty?”
“You tell me.”
