Page 19 of The Single Dads Club
“I wish they had more coverage of you.”
This makes me laugh.Coming from her it sounds adorable and slightly awkward, but I don’t care, I feel ten feet tall.“I’m a linebacker, not the quarterback. They get the most airtime.” Truth be told, I’m lucky to make it on a few clips here and there.
She swallows, watching my hands work on her delicate foot. “Well, I much preferred watching you.”
It’s in that moment that I wonder if she feels the same way I do. Does she feel this thing between us? The force field of chemistry zapping around us is intense. It makes me wonder if this could be something real, and not just something physical—though I know that the physical could be really fucking amazing too.
I sit up and move closer. Ryleigh straightens too. I take the glass of wine from her hands and set it on the coffee table.
“Is it crazy if I say that I missed you?” I murmur, my mouth just inches from hers.
Her eyes are so blue, so wide and clear. They’re mesmerizing.
She wets her lips with the tip of her tongue. “I ... I missed you too. I mean, mostly I just missed having backup with the baby, if I’m being completely honest, but the other part of me missed you.”
I laugh and place my hand on her neck, my fingers turning her head toward me. “Come here.”
When I draw her close, Ryleigh tilts her mouth up, and I place one slow, sweet kiss against her parted, damp, wine-flavored lips. Heat races down my spine, and my cock hardens instantly. One slow kiss becomes two or three, and when my tongue slips between her lips, Ryleigh reciprocates, deepening the kiss and making me groan.
I thread my fingers through her silky hair and kiss her pretty, pouty mouth like my life depends on it. She makes a small, need-filled sound that makes my cock ache.
Breaking away from her lips for a second, I pull her onto my lap. Ryleigh parts her knees on either side of my thighs, bringing her pussy in line with my now fully erect dick.
I grunt at the surprise contact. It feels so fucking good.
“Oh, hi there,” she says, smiling at me.
“Hi.”
She places one hand on my cheek and leans in for another kiss, giving her hips an experimental roll.
Fuck.
She’s torturing me. Scientific fact: I will die if I don’t get inside her in the next four seconds.
I settle my hands on her ass and tug her even closer. “You are so fucking sexy, baby.”
When I tug at her T-shirt, Ryleigh raises her arms, letting me pull it off over her head. She’s bare beneath, and I waste no time filling my hands with those gorgeous tits.
“Alexei ...” She groans my name when my thumbs find her nipples and tease.
Her back arches and my mouth moves from her neck to her chest, where I suck and flick the firm peaks with my tongue until she’s writhing in my lap.
I think my head’s going to explode. Correction: both heads.
“Baby,” I pant. “I don’t want to pressure you. Don’t want to go further than you’re comfortable with ...”
Ryleigh nods like she agrees, but she doesn’t tell me how far she wants this to go. Instead, she slips her hands under my shirt and presses both small palms flat against my abs, her face lighting up in happiness at the firm muscles she finds there.
Soon, I’ve stripped her of her leggings, leaving her in only a pair of those damn white cotton panties I bought her. Her wavy hair drifts over her shoulders, and she looks like a goddess perched above me, grinding against my dick.
I’m still wearing my jeans, but Ryleigh’s rid me of my shirt, and she can’t seem to stop rubbing her palms all over my chest and abs. I’m not ashamed to say that I’m loving her hands all over me, no matter where they are. It feels really fucking good, and even though I want more, a lot more, I’m happy to let her set the pace.
Then she reaches between us and unbuttons my jeans, and my heart rate triples.
“Fuck, baby, are you sure about this?” I kiss her throat as her hands work inside my boxer briefs. I can’t stop praising her, can’t stop kissing her, can’t stop wanting her. I never want this to end, but I need to hear her say that she wants this too.
She stills unexpectedly. “Wait.”
