One Baby Daddy (Dating by Numbers #3)(52)

“Fuck,” he breathes out. “Adalyn, we can’t do this here. I had plans for this moment.”

“Well, you took too long.” I strip my shirt over my head, reach behind me and unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the floor with his briefs.

Darkening eyes meet mine. A tick of his jaw. A flex in his neck.

“Goddamn it,” he says between his teeth before he reaches for my jeans and unbuckles them. I help him and push them down to the ground along with my underwear. “This is not how it’s supposed to be.” He strokes my cheek.

“Not everything can be planned, Hayden. Sometimes you have to throw caution to the wind and be in the moment.”

“Is that what you want? This?” His voice goes deeper when he says, “You want me to fuck you against this wall?”

My breath hitches as I swallow hard and nod. “I do.”

“You’re going to have to be quiet.”

“I’m not making any promises.”

Searching my eyes, indecision clear in the pull in his brow, I can see he’s concerned. He pictured this moment differently, but there is no more waiting where I’m concerned. There is no more waiting. There is no more teasing. We’re done with that.

Taking charge, wanting to ease his worry, I bring his hand between us and press it between my legs, letting him feel how much I want this, how turned on I am.

His finger slips past my slit and he groans, his forehead connecting with mine. “Fuck, Adalyn.”

“Do you feel that, Hayden?” I move his hand up and down, sliding along with ease. “This is how hot I am for you, how needy I am. This is from watching you and nothing else.” I press his finger inside me, loving how he adds another finger, stretching me. “I’ve waited, Hayden. I’ve waited so damn long to find out what it feels like to have you pulsing inside of me, to have you groaning out my name while you hover over me, complete ecstasy written all over your face.” I squeeze the base of his cock. He coughs and swallows hard. “A little piece of me has died inside every time we’ve gotten so close, every time I’ve itched to feel your rock-hard cock in my hand and you’ve pulled away.” I shake my head. “Not this time. I’m not waiting. I’m taking what I want. And I want you, Hayden. I want your heart, I want your thoughtful mind, and I want your sexy body. Right here. Right now.”

The air stills, my words hanging heavily between us, the sexual tension thick.

Is he going to make a move, or am I going to have to help him take the next step?

Before I can decide, his lips crash down on mine, needy and demanding, stealing my breath, draining every last ounce of air from my lungs.

Cupping my cheeks, he licks my lips, parting them with his tongue, diving deep into my mouth. Relief washes over me when he pushes me farther into the wall, his hips pinning mine, his cock, hot and stiff, grazing between my legs.

Shifting with our movements, his length creates a heady friction, awakening a part of me I haven’t felt in a while, a tingling sensation that reaches from the tips of my toes to the root of my hair.

Taking his shoulders in my hands, I steady myself and pull him closer so my pebbled nipples are rubbing against the fine hair on his chest, the sensation adding to the sultry experience.

With each passing kiss, each press of his cock against my wet center, I get lost.

Lost in the feel of his mouth on mine.

Lost in his gentle, yet demanding touch.

Lost in the explicit groans rumbling from his brawny chest.

In this moment, I’m not Adalyn, and he’s not Hayden. We’re becoming one. It’s scary, terrifying actually, because from this moment on, I know I’ll never be the same. From this point on, I’ll be his, and he will be mine.

Chapter Fourteen

HAYDEN

This wasn’t what I had planned. This wasn’t how I envisioned making Adalyn mine for the first time, but her speech, the way her eyes pleaded with me, and the way she consistently eye-fucked me while on set has left me no choice.

I need her . . . now.

My mouth works over hers, licking, sucking, fusing together. We’ve made out before, but there is a sense of urgency in our kisses this time that’s different.

Moving my hands down her neck, past her shoulders to her sides, my fingers graze her soft skin, spreading goosebumps along every inch of her body. The little pebbles encouraging my touch.

Her stomach, her ribs, my thumbs caress every crevice, every bone to her breasts. I caught a quick look at her full, round tits when she took her bra off and I’m amazed with myself that I’ve been able to keep myself away from them for this long.

But no more.

Cupping them into my palms, they fit perfectly, barely overflowing. Her nipples are hard as my thumbs pass over them, stiff and turned on. And when I squeeze, her mouth drops open wider, a gasp passing her lips straight into mine.

I repeat the action, increasing my cupping with each squeeze until she’s writhing beneath me, her pussy rubbing desperately against my aching cock.

But I don’t give in.

Instead, I squeeze her breast and then pinch her nipple, rolling it between my fingers. Plucking, pulling, pinching. I alternate between the two, until she’s moaning desperately into my mouth, our kisses becoming sloppy, our mouths all over each other, her lips pressing across my mouth, my jaw, my cheeks.

My lips fuse to her chin, her neck, her collarbone. Lifting her arms against the wall, I pin her and bring her breast into my mouth, nibbling on her nipple.