The Single Dad (The Dalton Family #3)(14)

“Yes. Sorry about that.”

She cuffed her arm around mine. “Where do you live?”

“Hollywood Hills.” I kissed down her neck, the coconut becoming even stronger as I reached her collarbone. “Not far.”

Thank God for that.

The fifteen-minute drive would be torturous enough. Anything longer, and I didn’t think I’d be able to wait, and I’d have to tear this dress off in the backseat.

“That’s my favorite area,” she said and giggled as I kissed up to her ear, taking her lobe into my mouth. “Why do I get the feeling, Mr. Dalton, that you’re completely relentless?”

“I go after what I want.” My fingers traveled up her chest, slowly moving between her tits until I reached her throat, holding it to keep her face straight. “And right now, that’s you.”

“Ford …” She sucked in her lip.

I growled as I glanced out the window, needing to know exactly how many seconds it would be until we were at my place.

“In less than three minutes, I’m going to taste how wet you are.”

“Oh God.”

I took in her mouth one last time, giving her my tongue until I felt the SUV come to a stop. A peek through the windshield showed me we had reached my driveway. Without waiting for Stan, I opened the backseat door and helped Sydney out, waving good-bye to Stan as I brought us in through the garage—the quieter of the two entrances.

“Do you want anything to drink?” I asked as we passed the row of cars.

“No. I’m good.”

Once inside the main house, I silently shut the door and led her into the kitchen. Everly was a hard sleeper, but I didn’t want to cause any excess noise and risk the chance of her waking up.

With the pendants over the island fully illuminated, the glow was just enough that I didn’t have to turn on any other lights.

We were halfway through the kitchen, just passing the pantry, when Sydney stopped. “Do you bake?”

“Fuck no.”

She appeared to be glancing around. “All I can smell is chocolate chip cookies. It’s making my stomach growl.”

I chuckled as I got a whiff of Hannah’s dessert. “Do you want one?”

“I don’t know.” She smiled. “I don’t think so.”

“Then, you’re coming with me.”

I hurried us through the open space of the living room and toward the master wing. The moment I had her through my bedroom door, I locked it behind us—something I never did—and pinned her against the wall.

“You have no idea how gorgeous you are.” I traced the side of her cheek, her hair framing a face that was far past beautiful. In fact, Sydney was the most breathtaking woman I had ever kissed. “Positively stunning.”

As the cool iciness of her eyes stared back at me, there was such innocence inside. Generosity. Submission.

“When you say those words, I feel them.”

My thumb crossed her mouth. “You should. They’re true.”

Her lips were almost equally as plump, the bottom only slightly larger. I tugged on the bigger of the two. Something about that one made me want to bite it.

“Do you know what I want right now?”

Her head pressed against the wall as my hand lowered to her neck. “I can’t read you like you can read me, but I can feel …”

Our bodies were aligned. Of course she could feel my hard-on; it was practically bursting through my pants.

“I want to devour you.”

“Ford, you have my permission.”

I reached down even farther and gripped her ass. The dress had made it look perfect when I was staring at it in the bar, but nothing compared to the way it felt as I circled my hands around her incredibly full, round cheeks. And just thick enough that I could pull her against my body.

When that wasn’t enough, when I needed her even closer, I lifted her into the air. She wrapped her legs around me while I pressed her against the wall. As I kissed her, her small, sensual moans filled my ears.

Even her sounds were taunting.

“You taste so good.” I licked her off my lips.

“That’s all the alcohol.”

“No, Sydney, that’s you.”

I walked her down the hallway toward my bed, placing her on the floor, only inches from the edge of the mattress. I wasted no time in getting her naked, instantly reaching for the zipper of her dress, lowering it enough so the material fell to her heels.

She stood before me in only her bra and panties, both light pink.

And lace.

Fuck me.

I backed up a few inches, needing to take in this view.

“Man”—I shook my head—“I’m one lucky motherfucker.”

The dress had looked exquisite on her, but what was underneath was even better. Sydney in just her skin was a whole different level of sexy. All curves and dips and muscle. The gap between her thighs just as pronounced as I’d dreamed about at the bar.

My stare dipped to her feet and slowly rose, and I moaned, “Magnificent,” as I reached her face.

“You’re too much.”

“Nah.” I paused, my cock fucking throbbing. “My words barely do you justice.”

A flushness moved across her cheeks as she said, “Get over here.”