Page 109 of Bountiful
I took his face in my hands and moved it where I could look him directly in the eye. “I don’t know what to think,” Iadmitted.
“Thendon’tthink,” he whispered. “Take me upstairs with you.” He leaned forward and kissed me then—a real one. He pulled my stubborn self closer and crushed my objections with his satin lips and then his pushytongue.
He was going away in a matter of weeks, and I’d have to get over himagain.
And I was going to let it happenanyway.
But first, the bedtime ritual. “Hey,” I said, breaking a kiss that threatened to last about an hour. “Before you get your jollies, your daughter needs to be put to bed. And since you’re here, you gettohelp.”
For that, I got a devastating smile. “Let’s do that,” he said. “Educateme.”
Twenty minutes later,I lurked on the sofa, listening to Dave read a second picture book to Nicole. I couldn’t make out the words, but his low, easy voice had a soothing cadence. After a while he stopped reading, and there was only silence. Then I heard him clear his throat in a way that was meant tosummonme.
Leaping off Benito’s couch, I trotted down the hallway. When I stopped at the door to Nicole’s room, I beheld the sort of scene that lit up my ovaries like a pinball machine. Nicole was passed out on Dave’s chest. He sat in the rocking chair, his big arm holding her pajama-covered diaper butt. There was nothing like the sight of my daughter’s trusting face cradled against hismuscularbody.
“Man down,” hewhispered.
The sight was so distracting that he could have been referring to me. “She didn’t nurse,” I saidstupidly.
He cocked an eyebrow. “Yeah, I’m not equippedforthat.”
It was odd that she hadn’t fussed for me, though. When I was at home, she always demanded it. And if I wasn’t at home, she gave my mother a hard time about falling asleep. But nottonight.
Maybe my baby was ready to wean. Was I,though?
I gave myself a shake. “Okay, well then that’s easy. Just lay her on themattress.”
“On her back?” he asked, rising slowly, supporting her weight against hisbigbody.
“Yeah, but it’s not that important at this age. She’ll just roll over if she doesn’t like where youputher.”
Clearly my little hormone surge wasn’t finished yet, because I couldn’t help but ogle Dave’s biceps as he laid our child gently on the mattress. Dragging my eyes off his perfect form, I grabbed the blanket off the side of the crib and covered her lower bodywithit.
“That’s it, huh?” hewhispered.
“Job done,” I agreed quietly. He followed me out of her room, closing the door behind himself with a click. “I usually leave it open a crack,” I argued, leaning around him, reaching for thedoorknob.
“Is that right?” he asked, still whispering. He plucked my hand from the door knob and then backed me up against the wall. As he trapped my hands in his, my heart began to flutter. Then he leaned down until his lips grazed the shell of my ear. “Didn’t think you’d want her to hear how loud you get when I makeyoucome.”
I shivered as that dirty mouth moved down, beginning to drop soft kisses onmyneck.
You are a smart man, I thought as my fingers laced with his. He obviously knew better than to give me time to think about whether or not this was agoodidea.
My body made my decision for me. I melted into the wall, angling my chin away so he could kiss his way into my cleavage. He hadn’t even undressed me yet, but those hot kisses on my chest had me buzzing with desire. “God, I’m so easy.” I laughedquietly.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he mumbled between my boobs. He lowered himself to his knees and lifted my top, his lips finding the soft skin of my belly just above the waistline of my jeans. He popped the button and undid my zipper. “Take these jeans off,” heordered.
Jesus. That tone of voice set me on fire. Every. Freaking. Time. My shaky hands began to shove the denim down offmybody.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered. “On yourback.Go.”
This I did so quickly that he was only unbuttoning his third button when I’d positioned myself the way he’d asked. I watched him unbutton the shirt, and he did itslowly, that fucker, because he knew me. He played me like a good hand ofcards.
I didn’t even care. I’d always been good at living in the moment, and this was a pretty good moment tolivein.
Dave cast our clothes onto a chair and undid his belt slowly, my hot stare on his body. Then he lifted his eyes to mine and pulled out his cock, shoving his boxers down so I could get a good look. “See anything you like?” he asked, giving himself a slowstroke.
“Come here,” I demanded, trying to balance the scales ofpower.
