One Baby Daddy (Dating by Numbers #3)(45)

I rub the back of my neck, my body humming, my need for her becoming all-consuming.

“Would you mind zipping up the back of my dress?” She walks toward me, her flowery scent floating in my direction, spiking my yearning into overdrive.

“Uh, yeah . . . sure.”

She turns around, and looks over her shoulder. The back of her dress is completely open, the zipper undone to just above the curve of her beautifully round ass.

Shit, all that smooth, tan skin, covered by nothing but the velvety fabric of the dress. Is she wearing underwear? She’s not wearing a bra and I see no panty line.

Clearing my throat, I ask, “Are you wearing underwear, Adalyn?”

From over her shoulder, she smiles shyly. “Yes, it’s small though.”

Of course it is. Why wouldn’t it be?

Not being able to stop myself, I take a second to float my fingertips up her spine. From the initial touch, her back arches and a small gasp releases from her lips, but before I can think about stopping, she melts into my touch. Stepping closer, I place my hand on the back of her hip, my thumb pressing into her ass while the other hand explores the bare expanse of her back. Her head falls to my shoulder. Her lips part, and when I snake to the front of her dress, her breath hitches.

Eyes closed, I take in ragged breaths, my fingers inching closer and closer to her front, my cock painfully hard.

It’s been so goddamn long—and being with Adalyn has only spurred on my need—but I want to make sure we’re in a good place before we commit to anything. I want to make sure she’s ready emotionally because the minute I bury myself deep inside her, I know there will be no turning back. She will be mine forever.

But maybe for now, I can have a little touch . . .

My cock presses against her butt, she expertly grinds her backside into me, her hands moving to my neck, pulling my head down to hers. I kiss the side of her neck, using the hand that’s gripping her hips to guide her with her grinding in just the right place.

Fuck, that feels good.

I grunt, the sound vibrating over her sleek neck. My hand on her stomach, she arches, wanting more of my touch, silently asking me to move north.

And I fucking comply. Inch by slow inch, I guide my hand to just below her breasts. When I halt my pursuit, a displeased groan escapes her.

“Hayden, please.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to find the willpower. Her fingernails dig into my scalp, spurring me on as she turns her head and finds my lips.

She kisses me.

Hot.

Wet.

Needy.

Her lips glide across mine, her tongue diving into my mouth; her moans are vocal and sexy. Her delicious ass, pressing, grinding, undulating against my rock-hard cock makes me want to do so much more, makes me want to taste so much more.

Moving my hand higher, my fingertips graze the bottom of her breast. Soft. Round. Smooth. I caress her right below her nipple, never touching, just teasing . . . tempting.

“Fuck, Hayden,” she breathes heavily, her body rocking against mine, bringing on a wave of longing. “I need you.”

I move my lips to her jaw, kiss her neck, squeeze her breasts with my thumb and index finger, slowly.

In and out.

In and out.

In and—

Adalyn spins in my arms, her eyes wild, her chest heaving, her hands pulling on the sleeves of her dress.

She’s ready. Fuck, I’m ready.

“We’re going to be late,” I say, stunning myself, the words full of pain.

She halts in her pursuit to undress, her brow creased, her face falling flat with disappointment. Sadness consumes her with a hint of frustration I’m sure is starting to push her past her breaking point. Turning away, shoulders slumped, she adjusts her dress, fixing the mess I made of it. Her head tilts down. But . . . her silence speaks volumes.

Fuck.

I run my hand over my face, angry, turned on, and unsure why I’m still holding out. Maybe because in the past, most women have only wanted sex. Maybe I’m nervous once we finally do it, the spark will simmer out. Maybe I’m nervous she’s going to leave me once she gets what she wants.

But then again, it’s Adalyn, and the last thing I want to do is make her sad.

Cock throbbing, heart erratically thrumming, my body tingling with anticipation, I step forward and grab Adalyn by the waist, pulling her against me. Leaning forward, I nibble on her ear and lower my hand down her thigh to the hem of her dress. With little finesse, I drag the hem of her dress up to her hips and slip my hand into the waistline of her thong.

She stills in my arms, holding her breath, waiting for my next touch. Moving my lips to her neck, I suck on the juncture of her shoulder, marveling in the way she tastes, like vanilla and a hint of floral. So fucking good.

Her pelvis tilts forward, sending my fingers lower, across her smooth pubic bone. Fucking hell.

Kissing up her neck to her jaw, I glide my fingers farther down to her slit. With one finger, I move across the valley. She’s fucking soaking.

“Jesus Christ, Adalyn.” I pause, my breathing picking up, my cock so goddamn hard it’s painful to stand, to have her rubbing against me. “You’re drenched.”

“Because of you. Because all I want is you,” she whispers, lifting her chin, granting me more access.

Slipping my finger more, I press her clit, sliding along easily. Her moans are driving me crazy.