Page 9 of The Single Dad Project

Until this moment he’d been collected, almost unbothered while desire scratched at the underside of her skin. But that edginess... It, more than anything, placed them on even ground. He wanted her. Possibly as much as she wanted him.

She felt empowered by that knowledge.

“We’re going to give each other what we need. For tonight,” she tacked on, not just for his sake, but for hers. A strict reminder and definite time limit. She needed both. “What else—?”

His mouth and the hungry thrust and sweep of his tongue prevented her from finishing her question. Didn’t matter. The words fled from her head, and a jagged moan replaced them.

If she’d harbored any doubt about his desire for her, the growl that rumbled up his chest and onto her tongue obliterated it. She accepted that sound as eagerly as she did the next stroke, the next lick, the next sweet suck.

His hand shifted upward, tangling in her locs, gripping them and tugging her head back. So he could dive deeper, harder. Take more. And God, she wanted him to take it all.

Sliding her hands from his chest and around his back, she fisted his sweater—hanging on or pulling him closer? She couldn’t answer that.

Didn’t want to answer that.

No, she didn’t want to do anything but feel. Just shut off her brain and allow herself to be swept away and hauled under by this carnal undertow. By him.

No.

The objection echoed so loud and adamant in her mind, she jerked her head back, breaking their kiss. Not byhim. No matter what he said, tonight was not personal. She wanted sex. Not a connection.

“Queen.” He pinched her chin between his thumb and forefinger, tipping her face up.

Just that. His nickname for her. But coupled with his piercing gaze, that one word said a wealth of things.

Your choice.

This stops here if that’s what you want.

It’s on you.

She inhaled a deep breath, her fingers flexing against the unyielding muscles of his back. A calm settled over her along with knowledge that he might be bigger, but he didn’t hold the power here. At least, not all of it. And he proved that by reminding her of her choice.

After the past two weeks, that assurance—that comfort—was almost as sexy as the man staring down at her.

She didn’t reply to Adam. Well, not verbally. But she did rise on her toes and press her mouth to his once more. This kiss was slower, lazier, more indulgent. He followed her lead, chasing the curl of her tongue, the rub of her lips, the nip of her teeth. It wasn’t a clash of mouths like the first kiss, but the hard grip on her hair and the hot brand of his cock against her belly relayed that it affected him.Sheaffected him.

The hand still gripping her chin lowered, skimming down the front of her throat, over her collarbone, trailing over the top of her breast. As if testing her or...asking permission. In answer, she arched into his chest, loosing a low moan. With a rumble of sound that had her nipples beading, he cupped her breast, his big hand lifting her, molding her, squeezing her. Tearing her mouth from his, she tipped her head back, and when he swept a caress over the aching tip, lightly pinching it, she emitted another groan.

His teeth grazed her jaw, soothing the slightly abrasive touch with a brush of those beautiful, lush lips.

“More,” she murmured, and he didn’t make her wait.

Within moments, he pulled her sweater up over her head and tossed it, leaving her clad only in a dark blue lace bra. His hands returned to her—and so did his mouth.

Oh God.

Lust twisted her belly, and she helplessly undulated against him, grinding against his cock as he closed his lips around her nipple and sucked. The erotic tug echoed in the wet flesh between her legs, and she gasped at the delicious and utterly wicked sensation. The contrast of the wet lace and his hot mouth... She whined. Honest to Godwhined.

And yet...not enough.

Impatience snaked through her, and she cradled his head, fingers threading through his coarse, thick hair. She pushed into his mouth, and he snagged the cup of her bra, jerking it down and then,thank God, her bare flesh was consumed by his heat. He seared her, and each hard suck and rough lick sent her careening closer to an impossible release. How? She shook her head. Her breasts had always been a sensitive part of her body, but orgasm from touch alone? She’d never thought it could happen, but damn, he was making a believer out of her.

As he switched breasts, giving the other the same carnal attention, she couldn’t prevent the stream of cries escaping her. His mouth worked magic on her, transforming her into a hungry, insatiable creature solely bent on pursuing pleasure.

He released her nipple with a soft pop, and slowly sank to his knees. Her breath caught in her throat as he licked a path down the valley between her breasts, over her stomach and lower until his lips bumped the button of her jeans. Her breath blasted out of her lungs, and she struggled to control the twisting in her stomach. Not because she didn’t want this. Quite the opposite.

Because shedidwant this.

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