In my hand is one of Theo’s plastic dinosaurs.
I stare at the damn thing, and then at Kiki, who’s now sitting up, a concerned look on her face. “Jesus Christ. This… is aggressively unsexy.”
God damn it. She was right there. Rightthere.
Talk about breaking the moment.
Kiki swings around and plucks the dinosaur from my hand with a bright, breathless laugh.
“Actually, it’s not.” Then she places it on my nightstand and crawls the length of the bed to me. “I adore that side of you, Eddie.” She comes up on her knees, her fingers opening my jeans before shoving them down my hips. “Trust me, there’s nothing as sexy as a devoted single dad.”
Trust me, beautiful, there’s nothing as sexy as you.
I think I fall in love with her at that moment.
The way she doesn’t care about the Paleolithic interruption. The way she laughs and makes it all better.
And then she wraps her hand around my erection, her thumb drifting across the tip, and I lose the ability to think.
“I wasn’t finished with you,” I murmur, but I make no move to stop her.
Not when it feels so damn good.
“Last time I checked, it was still my birthday,” she replies, peering up at me through her lashes, “and the idea of getting my mouth on you is one hell of a present.”
Her tongue glides along my shaft and my head drops forward with a rough breath as I damn near lose it, right there. “Jesus.”
She moves up and down along my cock, working me over, slowly driving me out of my mind. I twist my fingers in her hair, guiding her, easing her further down my length.
“Careful,” I moan, my voice straining. “You keep going like that…”
Kiki tilts her head, watching me, completely unbothered by how close I am to breaking, her hand pumping my hard flesh. “And?”
I huff out a breath, balancing on the edge. “I’m not going to last very long.”
A provocative smile crosses her lips. “Then don’t.”
Nice try, gorgeous. It’s still my turn.
“You have the most goddamn talented mouth on the planet.” I catch her jaw, forcing her to meet my gaze. “But there is no fucking way I’m coming before you.”
I pull her up, dragging her against me as my mouth claims her, cutting off any argument. I ease her to the mattress as her hips lift, chasing her desire, desperate to take back control.
I don’t let her.
I keep the pace slow, steady, dragging it out as my tongue glides along every inch of her, tasting her breasts, her stomach, her hips, her thighs. Every frustrated moan, every arch of her body only slows me down, drawing out every second into an eternity of pleasure for her.
My mouth closes over her clit, her fingers threading through my hair as a satiated moan rises from her chest.
“So good… so good. Fuck, Eddie.”
Her cries increase, her body thrashing so hard I have to band my arm across her thighs as my tongue pushes her to the brink.
“I’m going to come.”
I lift my gaze. She’s the most gorgeous sight—her entire body flushed, her hair spread across the bed. “Come all over my tongue, beautiful. I want to taste all of you.”
I feel the pleasure ripple through her, her back bowing off the mattress, her hands so tight in my hair, I’m pretty certain she’s ripped some out.
