When his hand shifted again, this time to stroke her over her panties, her breath caught. “Eastern!”
He sucked gently at her neck, his tongue running over her already heated flesh. “You taste too good to stop.”
Even though she knew she should get up, her body betrayed her, her head moving of its own volition to give him better access. He continued to kiss her, to nibble her flesh and lick her, as his hand moved inside her panties and stroked her clit. She gasped, parting her thighs, wanting more, the voice in her head telling her to get up now barely a whisper.
His other hand roved between her and the mattress before reaching for her breast.
She groaned as he dipped his hand into her bra and swiped his thumb against her nipple.
“Eastern, we shouldn’t.” Her words were too quiet and held absolutely no conviction.
“So why does it feel like we should?”
She had no freaking idea.
As he continued to stroke and suck, she began to grind her hips against him, her blood like lava as desire throbbed through her lower abdomen.
Suddenly, he pushed a finger inside her and pinched her nipple at the same time. She bit her lip to stop the cry, her back arching, ass pressing into him. Then he began a slow, torturousthrust of his finger, his thumb working her clit, moving in circles and strokes.
She groaned and writhed under the onslaught, reaching behind her to run her fingers through his hair. When she turned her head, he kissed her, his tongue sliding between her lips and into her mouth.
A second finger joined the first inside her, and this time, her cry was suffocated by his kiss. The thrusts of his fingers became deeper, each stroke of her clit firmer.
She was so close, her body on fire, then he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefingers, and she broke. She arched and ground against him as her entire body fell off that cliff’s edge.
His tongue continued to tangle with hers, swallowing her groans and whimpers.
Her body was pulsing, the air still whooshing from her chest as he pulled his fingers out of her and she turned, tugging his mouth down to hers. She was just reaching beneath the sheets for him when the soft patter of footsteps sounded down the hall.
She gasped and tugged away, eyeing the bathroom door, itching to run toward it, but it was too late. And in addition to being flushed as hell, she only wore her freaking bra and panties.
She tugged the sheets up to cover herself.
Eastern chuckled softly moments before the door flew open and Avery burst in. “Daddy! Sadie!”
She ran over to the bed, jumped onto the mattress and threw her arms around Eastern.
“Hey, princess, you sleep okay?”
God, he sounded completely fine. Meanwhile, if she spoke, her voice would probably be croaky as hell.
“Yes!” Avery beamed. “I think the cookies and hot chocolate made me sleep extra good.”
Despite everything, Sadie laughed. The kid would say anything for treats. “Well, itiscalled sleepy hot chocolate for a reason.” Oh good, she sounded just about normal…somehow.
Eastern cleared his throat. “So, Avery…Sadie and I shared a bed because—”
“You’re dating.” There was a moment of total silence before Avery giggled. “Daddy…I’ve known you weren’t sleeping on the couch for a week.”
“How?” Sadie asked.
“He always leaves a big sweaty imprint. I can’t sit on the couch forever after him.”
Sadie threw her head back and laughed, while Eastern looked less than impressed. “I do not.”
“You do.” Avery looked at Sadie. “It’sgross.”
“That’s it!” He tackled Avery to the bed and tickled her.
