One Baby Daddy (Dating by Numbers #3)(51)

I make a mental note to ask Hayden to perform more pushups for me later.

Hayden is put into place, music booms over speakers, and like a seasoned professional, he starts posing for the camera, making little adjustments with his arms and hands.

Grabbing on the back of his neck, head tilted up.

One hand behind his back, abs flexed, pecs full, nipples hard.

Smiling, hand over face as if he’s the shyest, yet hottest man on earth.

Both hands pulling on the edge of his underwear, biting on his lip . . .

Oh fuck, that one right there, that’s the shot.

The set around me stills, women motionless as Hayden moves effortlessly, listening to Hildi’s direction, occasionally peeking over to me, that boyish smile made only for me appearing.

I prop my chin on my hand and lean forward, eyes traveling from his powerful shoulders to the well-defined divots in his stomach, to the V that leads straight to his bulge.

Ugh, and that bulge. It looks so . . . heavy, so full, so fucking hot, all I want to do is run up to him, pull his underwear down and start sucking him off.

Yeah, did you cringe? I said it, I said suck him off, and I’m not ashamed of it. If you were in my position, you would be thinking the same thing.

Hayden’s attractive, but it wasn’t his looks that made me fall for him. It’s the kindness, the warm heart he carries in his chest, the thoughtful man he’s proven to be. It’s things like holding off on the physical side until we got to know each other better. It’s the loving texts in the morning, the flowers at work or lunches delivered, or the way he calls me baby without even giving it a second thought.

I’ve fallen for him for all the right reasons, and in many respects, that was Hayden’s intention and desire. He’s clearly and rightly beloved, because the man the public sees is not that dissimilar to one I’ve grown to adore. But it’s not what James thinks. I haven’t fallen for the larger-than-life pinup-worthy hockey star.

That being said, I’m happily taking a selfish moment. I’m looking past his beautiful qualities and focusing on the pure physical here.

I’m letting my eyes eat him up for the first time because I’m finally getting the chance.

Nothing but a pair of underwear, he stands before me, those dark, mysterious eyes smiling, his strong, square jaw posed and sharp, the scruff on his face adding to the sex-appeal. His body, tall and thick with muscle. His forearms and biceps like cannons. His bulge so freaking enticing I feel myself inching forward on my chair.

I lick my lips as if trying to savor the sweetness of our last kiss, wishing we were tucked away in our hotel room, lying in bed, slowly tracing each other’s bodies with our fingertips instead of me watching him from a few feet away.

Tilting his head back, he shows off the long column of his neck, his Adam’s apple poking out. All male. Masculinity drips from him. The hum between my legs forms a solid throb as my breath turns shallow, my body aching for him.

Please touch me.

Please take me somewhere private.

Please bury yourself deep inside me.

“That’s a wrap!” Hildi shouts, startling me out of my stupor.

Eyes blinking rapidly, I stand from my chair and clap along with everyone else, unsure of what to do.

Hayden eyes me while he speaks with the photographer, his gaze never leaving mine even when he speaks with her.

I take a step forward and his eyes darken, smolder, giving me a once-over.

Another step and he takes a deep breath.

One more.

Thanking the photographer, he closes the space between us, snags me by the arm, and bypasses everyone on set, taking me down a long hallway and into a room to the right. Slamming the door shut, he locks it, and spins on his heels, looking almost . . . angry.

“What the hell was that?”

Caught off guard, I step back. “What was what?”

He approaches me, his body vibrating. “You know what I’m talking about.” Pressing me against the wall, his height towering over me, he adds, “The licking of your lips, the searing I’m going to eat you alive look you were giving me through that entire photo shoot.” His hands trap my hips against the wall. “Do you realize how hard it was to not only look away from you, but to not get fucking hard with the way that perfect pink tongue of yours would peek out and touch the tip of your lips?”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

“Well . . . you know, it wasn’t easy on me either.” I puff my chest forward, my nipples hard and rubbing against his chest. “Watching you practically pull your underwear down in front of everyone, the way you would bite your bottom lip, or flex your muscles in just the right way. It was hot.” I whisper, “So hot.”

Not able to take it anymore, needing to show him how serious I am, I place my hands on the waistband of his briefs and inch my fingers inside.

“Adalyn, what are you doing?”

“This.” In one swift movement, I bring his briefs down past his growing erection, letting them fall to the ground.

He sucks in a deep breath and hisses when my hand squeezes around him. “Adalyn,” he chokes out, “there are people outside.”

“Good for them.” I glide my hand up and down his erection, feeling it grow quickly in my grasp, followed by a pained look on Hayden’s face. “I want you, Hayden. I need you. I can’t wait any longer. This thing between us, this sexual chemistry, it’s eating me alive. Your tongue and fingers are not going to hold me over.” I squeeze is erection hard. “I need this.”