One Baby Daddy (Dating by Numbers #3)(24)

“What do you say?” Racer sounds like he’s holding his breath, awaiting my answer, as if I say no, it will really put a damper on his evening.

A part of me wants to say no because it’s a stolen opportunity I can spend with Adalyn, but from the sound of Racer’s voice, I’m going to assume this would mean a lot to him. He needs me. Given I’m hanging out with the girl he told me to stay away from, I’m going to need all the good vibes on my side when shit goes down.

“Yeah, I can come help. Just shoot me a text with all the information, and I’ll be there.”

“Really?” Racer sounds shocked.

“Of course, but you owe me a Little Debbie snack.”

“Oooo, cheap shot, man, but I’ll allow it. See you tonight.”

Hanging up, I put my phone on the counter as the waffle iron beeps. Flipping open the top, I use a pair of tongs to remove the golden-brown waffle and put it directly in the warming toaster oven.

“Perfect,” I say to myself, excited to making breakfast for someone else.

“Smells good,” a sleepy voice says from behind me.

Spinning around, I find Adalyn leaning against the counter, palm pressed to one of her eyes, hair a beautiful disaster, those long, toned legs completely bare. Not even the slightest bit bashful, she walks toward me in nothing but her thong and T-shirt and circles her arms around my waist, pressing her face against my chest.

Surprised, it takes me a second to realize I should hug her back, but when I do, she snuggles in even closer.

“Thanks for not making me drive home last night. I’m not sure I would have made it. I’m kind of a heavy sleeper.”

Yeah, I gathered that from the way she was practically stroking my cock without batting an eyelash.

“It wasn’t a problem at all. I liked it.”

“Yeah?” She looks up at me, her chin to my chest, a bright smile on her face. Studying me, there is a little pinch in her brow when she asks, “Did we kiss last night?”

“No.” I chuckle. “We didn’t.”

“Hmm, I must have had some dreams about you last night. It felt like we . . . you know . . . fooled around.”

I cough, choking on my saliva, remembering the way she innocently explored me in her sleep.

“Uh . . .” I pull on the back of my neck, my flexed bicep pulling her attention. “We didn’t fool around, but I woke up this morning to, uh . . . to you feeling me up.”

Her mouth drops open, and she presses her hand to her chest in shock. “How dare you accuse me of such a thing. I would never do that.”

Shit.

“I didn’t mean to offend you,” I try to recover. “It’s just, your hand was kind of wandering.”

“You’re ridiculous. I would never.” She steps away and folds her arms over her chest, anger clouding those chocolate-stained eyes of hers.

Not wanting her to be mad, I try to backpedal. “I mean, I’m not mad about it, but you asked and I thought I’d let you know, it was . . . fuck, it turned me on.” Shit, don’t say that. “I mean, it was nice, your fingers were gentle . . . errr, I mean they were . . .” Fucking hell.

Christ, man. Keep digging the grave.

I glance at Adalyn to gauge how mad she really is when I see her giggling to herself, her shoulders shaking, her hand over her mouth. “Why are you laughing?”

“Watching you squirm. It’s cute. Of course I remember touching you. I like to do a quick test drive before I actually buy the car, if you know what I mean.”

“Sooo, you were awake the entire time when you were running your fingers over my nipples . . . over the tip of my cock.”

She nods, a giant smile on her face.

“You’re fucking kidding me.”

She shakes her head. “And hearing you come in the shower, that was seriously hot. But don’t worry, I passed out again shortly after that.”

What.

The.

Hell.

The sound of my fingernails scraping over my short scruff fills the silence between us.

Walking past me, her bare ass swaying back and forth catches my attention. “So that means you felt me gripping your ass this morning.”

She’s looking through the cupboards when she says, “Mm-hmm.” Looking over her shoulder, she says, “You have quite an impressive grip on you, young man. It left me intrigued, looking for more.”

Perplexed, I drag my hand down my face.

“Aha.” She takes a mug from a shelf and goes to the coffee maker where she starts making a pot of coffee. “Don’t look so distraught. This is a good thing.”

With her back toward me, she scoops coffee grounds into a filter, followed by filling up the coffee maker with water.

This is a good thing?

No, a good thing would have been NOT pretending she was asleep and letting her hands do some more wandering, some seriously dangerous wandering.

Instead, I had to take care of business, and it wasn’t nearly as satisfying as the real thing.

Growling under my breath, I walk up behind her and place my hands on her hips, my thumbs tucking under the hem of her shirt.

She gasps and arches her back against my chest. Leaning forward, I murmur into her ear, my lips pressed against the side of her head. “Do you realize how much you drove me crazy with your hands?”