Page 65 of Her Cowboy Baby Daddy
“I want you to realize that you’re needed.”
He frowned, drawing back a little. “Needed.” He cocked his head, a faint smile forming on his gorgeous mouth as understanding dawned. “What exactly do you need, Hayley?” He reached out to undo her top button, then the one beneath it. Then the next.
Hayley shrugged out of her shirt, then undid the buttons on her jeans and slid them down her thighs. “I need for you to keep me from thinking. I think too much.”
“You do.” He smiled into her eyes and ran a hand over the curve of her waist and pulled her a step closer.
“I want to stop talking,” she said huskily.
“I thought that was why I was here. To talk.”
“I lied,” she said, meeting his gaze as she set her palms on the warm flesh of his chest.
“So this was all a trap so that you could have your way with me,” he muttered, pulling her close, his skin warm and damp against her own.
“At least once before you leave again.”
He stilled. “How do you know I’m... Henry.” He let out a breath. Sensing it was not the time to talk, Hayley kept her mouth shut. Or tried. It proved to be impossible because she simply had to taste his skin, so she pressed her lips to his chest, felt his muscles tighten and his erection swell, then did it again, lightly tracing her tongue over the muscles until he tilted up her chin and claimed her mouth.
Hayley wrapped herself around him, pressing her body into his, hungry for what only he could give her. On a ten scale, she was approaching twelve by the time he scooped her up and headed down the hall to the open door that led to her bedroom. He easily carried her inside and laid her on the bed. Instead of waiting for him to do the honors, Hayley peeled out of her bra and panties before pulling him down to the sheets that were still mussed from when she’d left her bed over an hour ago to attempt a rescue, only to be rescued herself.
Spence eased onto the bed, gathering her against him, the feel of his hard body lighting her senses on fire.
It had been a while, like years, since she’d made love to a guy, but the nerves that should have made their awkward appearance did not. This felt right. Ridiculously right. Like smack-your-forehead-why-haven’t-we-done-this-sooner right.
Hayley’s hands roamed over Spence’s body, tempting, teasing, relishing, and her lips soon followed, licking, kissing, caressing, until Spence groaned and suddenly rolled her over onto her back.
“I want this to last,” he said.
“It’s okay if it doesn’t, because we’ll have an encore.”
“I’ll show you an encore,” Spence growled, reaching down to guide himself to her wet, slick center.
“The condom,” Hayley whispered. He stopped.
“Are you—”
Hayley put her fingers on his lips, then reached with her free hand to the bedside table, where her hopeful packets of condoms were stashed. She only hoped, for Spence’s sake, that they were not expired.
Spence took the condom, rolled it on. “Thank you,” he said.
She answered by looping an arm around his neck and arching her body against his. Spence took the hint and slowly pushed into her, stretching her, filling her.
Making her whole.
And Hayley hadn’t had a clue before this moment that she’d been anything but.
Chapter Twelve
Spence gave Hayleynot one, but two encores—a personal record. Then they’d fallen asleep with arms around each other and legs tangled together. When he woke a few hours later, sunlight was streaming into the bedroom through the curtainless window.
Did life get any better than this, waking up with this woman in his arms, breathing in the sweet scent of shampoo and rain from her hair?
Yes. It would be a lot better if she reciprocated his feelings. The fact that she’d insisted on the condom told him that she’d accepted that he wouldn’t father her child under the circumstances she’d laid out—although, yeah, getting pregnant on the first go wasn’t likely, but still, as near as he could tell, it happened with alarming frequency.
He heard the faint sound of his phone buzzing in the kitchen, where he’d left it the night before after making certain it hadn’t gotten soaked like everything else he’d had on. Fortunately, the high-tech sandwich bag he’d stored it in seemed to have done its job, because it was ringing.
Spence eased himself out of Hayley’s embrace. She stirred, then rolled over and dropped an arm over the pillow he’d just abandoned. Spence eased out of bed and strode naked into the kitchen.
