My world tilts on its axis as it implodes.
His tongue licks into my mouth, and he swallows the moan that drops from my lips. Soft and sweet and needy. My body burns as his erection settles thick between my thighs, and I want more. More than this. More than I’ve ever had before.
I want it all. Everything I’ve dreamed of for weeks... Months.
Dreamed of . . .
Something tickles the back of my brain.
I try to dig my nails into the delicious muscles in his shoulders as I shift my hips, frantic to feel his skin. His heat.Him.
“Jamie . . .” I moan, but nothing comes out.
My voice catches in my throat, leaving me in silence.
The strong arms holding me vanish.
And I expect to fall to the floor, but I don’t.
He’s gone . . .
But I hear him. His voice.
“Good morning, beautiful . . .”
I bolt up in a cold sweat, my pulse pounding and chest shaking.
I’m not in Jamie’s arms. There’s no wall behind my back. Just a bed. My bed. My room. Well, my room inhishouse.
It was a dream.
The same damn dream I’ve been having for weeks.
I fling myself back and hang my head as I curse the world around me. If I’m going to have naughty sexy dreams about the gorgeous gladiator, at least let him get me off before I wake up. For a hot second, I think about finishing myself off until?—
That voice . . . There it goes again.
This time, I realize I’m actually hearing the giant pain in my ass’s voice. Only it’s unfortunately not telling me to ride his cock like a good girl the way he does in my dreams.
“Who’s the prettiest princess in the whole world?” that voice croons, and I realize I’m listening to him through the baby monitor and figurein for a penny, in for a poundand grab that sucker so I can get a visual to go with the audio.
Oh hell. I should have stopped when I was ahead because this visual is just too much.
It’s unfair.
Am I seriously jealous of my sister right now?
“That’s right,” he coos, reaching for Kyrie, his hair damp from a shower and his chest bare. “You’re the prettiest princess.” He lifts her from the crib and snuggles her against him, and my baby sister snuggles into this man like she’s the happiest little princess in the world.
Not that I blame her.
Good lord, I thought the whole ovaries exploding over a gorgeous man holding a baby was a myth, but apparently, like most myths, that fucker is founded in reality.
Because hell, did my ovaries just explode?
Why yes. Yes, they did.
“How about we get you cleaned up and then get some breakfast?” he asks her, and her head pops up following his voice, and she claps her chubby hands on either side of his scruffy face. “We can let your big sister sleep in a little. What do you think? Maybe she’ll like me a little better then.”
