Page 53 of Playing with Fire

“Please, what?” His thumb continued to move up and down. “You want me to make you come?”

“Yes.” I pulled my lip all the way into my mouth. “Please. I can't?—”

He pushed two fingers deep inside me, cutting off my words as I fought to keep quiet. Finally, he was no longer teasing me as he slid his fingers in and out of me, working me over until I was panting and moaning.

He growled as his hand holding onto my hip slid up my back and pulled me forward. His mouth slammed down on mine, and he swallowed down my moans as his other hand continued to bring me closer and closer to the edge.

My body pulsed with pleasure as my core tightened and my orgasm tore through me. His movements slowed and he removed his hand, pulling back enough so he could press his lips to my forehead.

“Such a good girl,” he murmured. “Next time it’ll be my mouth making you come.”

I sagged into his hold, and his arms tightened around me. We lived in that quiet moment until the sound of little feet came from upstairs. I wasn’t ready for this interlude with him to end, but this probably wasn’t the way he wanted to tell the girls about us.

He stepped back, and I slid my feet to the floor. He searched my face, longing still blazing in his gaze. Finally, Alice and Nikki twirled into the kitchen like mini tornados.

I moved further into the kitchen. “Okay you two, pancakes, waffles, or French toast?”

“Waffles,” Alice exclaimed.

“French toast,” Nikki countered.

I smiled at them and shook my head. This wasn’t the first time we’d had this issue. “You know my rule.”

They turned toward each other and put out their little fists. “Rock, paper, scissors, shoot.”

“Scissors cut paper.” Alice smiled proudly.

I glanced over at Logan. “Are you heading to bed or joining us?”

“I’ll wait and eat breakfast. I’m suddenly starving.” His lips lifted into the sexiest smirk I’d seen him wear so far.

“Really?” I dragged the word out and matched his smirk with one of my own.

“But Dad, you don’t eat waffles.”

“That is true. But you and Izzy make the best. I can’t possibly pass them up. I am going to make some scrambled eggs, though. Who wants some with their waffles?”

“Me,” both girls said in unison.

Logan stepped up to the sink and washed his hands with another sexy smirk aimed at me. The reminder of what we just did caused my body to come alive with need all over again. I still didn’t understand how one look from him was all it took.

The four of us worked together in the kitchen, prepping the eggs and waffles. I struggled to keep my gaze from continuing to drift to Logan helping his girls. He was so good with them, even when it was obvious letting them make a mess was not easy for him. It all felt so domestic, and I loved it. I understood the responsibility that came with having a family, but I wanted him to know, to see, this could be the kind of life I’d find joy in. I didn’t see the twins as a negative thing, but an added bonus.

He carried over the bowl of beaten eggs and waffle batter. Standing next to him at the stove, I started pouring the batter into the waffle pan as he began scrambling the eggs.

“Would it be okay if I take the girls to the spring festival in town after breakfast?”

He studied me for a heartbeat before his lips lifted into a small smile that had my belly fluttering again.

“Yeah, that's fine,” he said with a slight nod of his head. “Or if you wanted to wait, we could go together. I only need a few hours of sleep and I'll be good.”

“You sure?” He didn’t need to offer that. He could totally have a kid-free house for a few hours, or rest and then take them himself, but was it dumb to hope his offer meant he wanted to spend more time with me too?

He leaned over, his warm breath close to my ear sending a shiver racing down my spine. “I like spending time with you, sweetheart. So yes, I’m sure.”

Warmth blossomed in my chest, spreading through my body, and I turned slightly to look at him. Our gazes met, and when his drifted down to my lips, my breath caught. Only a few inches lay between us, and I wanted so badly to kiss him again.

Giggling erupted from the other side of the island, and we both turned our gazes toward the girls.

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