One Baby Daddy (Dating by Numbers #3)(25)

My thumbs move upward over her ribs until I reach her bra.

“Do you realize how impossibly hard you made me with just the light graze of your fingers?”

I pull her closer, her ass hitting my hardening cock.

She gasps, her head falling to my shoulder.

“Do you realize how difficult it was to remove myself from that bed, to remove your warm body away from mine to be the gentleman?”

Without warning, I spin her in my arms, easily pick her up, and place her on the counter. Spreading her legs, I step into her personal space and glide my hands up her silky thighs until they reach her hips where I slip my thumbs under the fabric of her miniscule thong.

Her eyes become heady, her chest rising and falling at a rapid pace.

“Do you realize how incredibly hard I came in the shower, thinking about your touch?” I drop the tone of my voice to a low rumble. “Thinking about the feel of your sweet ass in my palm, or the way you looked last night, under the dim lights of the deck?”

Eyes closed, leaning into my touch, her mouth parted, a light flush stains her cheeks.

“And then you walk out here, wearing nothing but a shirt and thong, tempting me, teasing me.” I move my thumbs down, closer to the juncture of her thighs. She hisses through her teeth, her eyes widening, connecting with mine. “Do you think that’s fair, Adalyn?”

Shaking her head no, she licks her lips and whispers, “No.”

“Yeah, I didn’t think so either.” I lean in closer, our bodies so damn close, her legs wrapping around me, her core pressing against my cock. She fits so perfectly. The tips of my fingers bury into her round ass, marking her.

Running her hands up my bare chest, she links them together behind my neck, pulling herself closer. She wants to kiss me. She’s wetting her lips and her gaze is intense.

Soft and warm. I crave her. I want this. I want to kiss her.

“What do you want?” I ask her, pressing my forehead against hers.

She doesn’t skip a beat. “Your lips on mine.” Threading her fingers through the soft strands of my hair, she pulls, our lips seconds from touching when I slip out of her grasp and turn away.

“Wh-what are you doing?” she asks, sounding shaken.

Smiling, I turn back around, both hands behind my head, my shorts riding low on my waist, a very clear bulge pushing against the fabric. Her eyes roam my entire body from my toes to my lips.

“Giving you a little taste of your own medicine.”

Her eyes sharpen as she grips the edge of the counter and propels herself forward toward me. Laughing, I back up until the backs of my legs hit the couch, and I tumble backward.

Taking advantage of the situation, she runs toward me and hops onto my lap, her legs straddling my hips. Placing both her hands on my chest, she leans down.

“Lesson learned. Don’t tease Hayden.”

I raise my eyebrows in shock. “Really? It was that easy?”

She chuckles and says, “As some misogynistic men like to think, I’m not some ‘stubborn female.’ I can find fault in my wrongdoings.”

“Damn.” I chuckle and grip her hips as she grinds down on me, positioning herself closer to me, her hair forming a curtain of silky brown strands around her face. “So what now?”

“You tell me. Are you going to continue to hold out on me?”

I twist my lips to the side, holding back my smile. “Sort of.”

“Sort of?” Exasperated, she lets out a long sigh. “Are you trying to torture me?”

“No, just looking for the right moment.”

Eyeing me suspiciously, she asks, “Are you a closet romantic?”

“Possibly.”

Slowly nodding her head in understanding, she says, “I can respect that.” And as quick as she jumped on top of me, she hops off and holds out her hand to help me to my feet. “If you’re waiting for the right moment to kiss me, I’ll wait with you.”

“You’re going to wait?”

“I’m going to wait for you.” Who is this girl? How did I get so lucky? For the second time today, she wraps her arms around my waist and hugs me tightly. And for the second time today, my heart stutters in my chest, my body melts into her, and I take one more step to becoming addicted to her sweet embrace. And this is also when I realize I’m so fucked.

Chapter Eight

ADALYN

“You’re making it hard for me to think of other men,” I say, putting my fork down and staring over our empty dishes at Hayden.

“Do you want to think about other men?” He leans forward, hands gripping the table.

“Not in the slightest.” I play with my fork on my plate, and look at Hayden through my eyelashes. “Can I be honest with you?”

“Always.” He relaxes into his chair, crossing his arms over his broad, expansive chest. There is a light patch of hair covering his thick pecs, trimmed short so you barely notice it’s there. It’s masculine, very appealing, incredibly sexy. His hair is ruffled from his peaceful slumber, and he’s been sporting a lazy smile ever since I appeared in the kitchen.

There is an easygoing, fun-loving air about him I find intoxicating. By now, I would have thrown caution to the wind and kissed the man, but with Hayden, it feels different. It feels okay to wait.

“Can I ask you a question first?”