Page 81 of Baby Daddy Wanted


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I nodded and she sank down on me, the raw heat of her sweet center drawing me in like the look in her eyes, which were filled with a vulnerability that made me feel unexpectedly connected to her. Maybe it was the risk we were taking. Maybe it was the setting. Whatever it was, I hadn’t expected her to look at me like that. Like I was the reason she wasn’t drowning. Or rather, like I was the thing she was drowning in.

After that, her every shallow breath was all the melodies I’d failed to write, beautiful and mysterious and just beyond my grasp.

I didn’t know what was happening because it had never happened before. All I knew was that I’d never felt this way about anyone, and I hated it. Wanting her this much. Needing her this much.

But when she started to ride me, it made me believe in heaven. Because for the first time, I’d found myself somewhere that was too good to be true. Too good to believe. Too good for a loner like me.

So I kissed her, thinking it would make things better. Thinking if I could just keep her from looking at me like that again, I’d be safe from the tearing feeling in my chest.

But it didn’t work. I was too lost in her. The soft escape of her mouth, the squeeze of her thighs around mine. The sound of my name on her lips. And with every swirl of her gorgeous hips, I fell further, letting my fingers sink into her smooth curves so I could pull her to me again and again.

Maeve moaned and gripped my shoulders, her gasping breath skipping like a stone. And then she curled forward, her body clenching as her liquid center burst over me, her pulsing pleasure squeezing every last drop of sense and resistance from my heart.

And even though it felt like I was crossing a line, I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her close while she caught her breath, my body glowing with wonder at the delicate goddess in my arms. Except there was nothing fragile about her. She was the strongest woman I’d ever met, and I was addicted to watching her unravel, addicted to watching the way she put herself back together.

A few minutes later, her body was still melting over mine when she leaned back to look at me, her wild eyes sparkling as she blushed.

I ran a thumb across her rosy cheekbone and smiled. “You can come to music class anytime.”

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