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I took a deep breath and tugged at my arm. “I need to feed Jagger.”
“Go fix the bottle. I’ll get him up and change his diaper,” Kye replied.
I didn’t look back at him as I rushed out of the room. Once I was in the kitchen, I took a moment to calm myself.
What had we just done? What had I just done? And, oh God, why had it felt so earth-shattering? It was unfair. So very unfair.
I heard Kye talking to Jagger, and I hurried to get his bottle ready. My face was beyond warm; it was hot. I knew I was flushed, but I wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment or the insane orgasm I’d just experienced. Maybe both.
When Kye and Jagger walked into the kitchen, I kept my back to them as I finished warming the bottle. The soft pad of his bare feet moved closer to me, and I tensed, waiting for him to say something. Kye stopped at my back—Jagger kept him from getting any closer.
“Is it ready?” he asked, leaning close to my ear.
I cleared my throat and nodded, reaching for it. “Yeah,” I replied.
“I’ll feed him,” he told me. “But you come sit with us.”
I turned and handed Kye the milk before lifting my gaze to meet his. He was watching me closely. Those blue eyes of his sparkled, as if he found my reaction to what we had just done amusing.
“Are we going to talk about … that?” I asked him.
He gave me a wicked grin. “We can. Or we can talk about something else. What do you want to talk about, Baby Doll?”
Jagger latched on to the nipple and began to suck.
Kye leaned over and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Come on. Let’s go sit down.”
When he turned, I followed him. Maybe I was still asleep, and that hadn’t happened. The spooning could have very likely caused a dirty dream. I pinched myself and winced. Nope. I was awake. I had just lost my mind, it seemed. But then so had Kye.
I sat down a little farther away from Kye than I normally did.
He gave me a knowing grin. “Baby Doll, move your ass over here.”
“Why?” I asked nervously.
“Because I want you close to me.”
“You’re feeding Jagger,” I pointed out.
He smirked this time. “And I’ll lay him down and move you myself if I have to.”
Giving in, I slid over until I was where I normally sat beside him on the sofa. Unable to look at him, I stared straight ahead. “Kye, what did we do?”
He chuckled softly. “One of the many things I’ve fantasized about since you hit puberty.”
I snapped my head around and looked at him to see if he was joking. “That’s not funny.”
“No, it’s just the truth. Trust me, Baby Doll, the fantasies I have about you, that was a very tame one. If that has you all worried, then you don’t need to hear what else I want.”
What else he wanted? With me? I knew I shouldn’t ask. That line that we had just crossed wasn’t completely broken yet. It could be salvaged.
But I opened my mouth and asked anyway, “You have fantasies about me?”
He shifted Jagger to rest in the crook of his left arm, freeing his right arm. His hand slid over the top of my thigh, entirely too close to my damp crotch. “Very detailed fantasies,” he said as his hand slid between my legs.
I heard his sharp intake of breath as his fingers met the telling sign of just how excited he’d gotten me. His nostrils flared, and I watched as the muscle in his neck flexed.
“I’m gonna need those panties.”
“What?” I asked as he gently rubbed his pinkie finger over the damp flannel of my pajama pants.
“The soaked panties you have on under these fucking pants. I want them.”
I tried to shift away from him, and his hand grabbed my thigh. With one hard tug, he pressed me closer to his side while opening my legs at the same time.
“I can smell you,” he growled. His expression went dark again. “I want the panties, Baby Doll.”
I was trembling at this point. I knew he could tell. “Why do you want my panties?”
His hand covered the wet area, and he squeezed hard. “I want to smell them. I want to suck on them. I want to rub your sweet juices all over my cock.”
“Oh,” I whispered, unable to breathe suddenly.
Jagger let the bottle pop free of his mouth, and Kye turned his attention back to his son. I moved away from him then, needing distance.
“Toss me the burp cloth,” he said as I stood up.
I picked it up and went back over to place it on his shoulder. When I moved away as quickly as I could, he grinned at me, then brought Jagger up to his chest to burp him.
