Page 79 of Talk Wicked to Me

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I could just tell.”

“I wish I knew your family’s secrets and had memories of them to share with you.”

“I know you do,” she said thoughtfully. “Listening to your stories and feeling the love your family shares for Ashley makes me want to give Brennan brothers and sisters, so he’s never alone.”

Baz had always wanted a big family, and his emotions were so raw tonight, he had to be careful not to project his own feelings on her. “I think he’d like that, but that’s a big change for a girl who wasn’t looking to have a family. You might want to think about that.”

“I know. I think I was afraid to have a family. Afraid of loving someone and losing them. But the way you and your family embrace the good, the way they share and love and support is changing the way I see things. You’re changing the way I see things.”

“You’re changing the ways I see things, too, darlin’. In ways you can’t imagine.”

BAZ’S EMOTIONS WERE still running high when they got to Emerson’s house. She was wearing his shirt and carrying Brennan, looking sweet and sexy as they headed up to the door. After the day they’d had, and the evening with his parents, he couldn’t resist drawing her into his arms, careful of the baby, and kissing her like he’d been dying to all night, slow and deep and passionately. She made a needy sound as their lips parted, luring him back for more, and she was right there with him, hungrily returning his efforts. He had to force himself to break the kiss. Getting carried away with a baby in her arms and a dog at their side was not a good idea.

He touched his forehead to hers, gazing down at Brennan cradled in her arms. God, darlin’, what have you done to me? He kissed the baby’s forehead, and then he kissed hers and unlocked the door. He gave her ass a swat as he followed her inside, earning a tauntingly seductive grin. While Emerson put Brennan to bed, he fed Ollie and let him out after he ate. When they came back inside, he heard the shower running and headed for the master bathroom. The bathroom door was ajar, and he probably should have knocked, but he was driven by emotions too big to rein in. He tossed his wallet on the nightstand, undressed, and stepped into the steam-filled bathroom, closing the door behind him. The baby monitor was on the sink, and Emerson’s silhouette was blurry but visible through the frosted glass shower doors.

He opened the door, and “Holy…” fell from his lips as he soaked in the sight of her heavy breasts, rounded hips, and soft belly, slick and gorgeous beneath the shower spray. “There’s my goddess.” Their eyes connected with the heat of a thousand suns, and her cheeks flamed. She bit her lower lip, lustful eyes moving slowly down his body, lingering on his cock. He fisted the rigid shaft. “See what you do to me, darlin’?” He pumped his cock, and her eyes smoldered. “You want my cock, baby?”

She licked her lips, her gaze still locked on his fist around his dick. “So much.”

He stroked himself again as he stepped into the shower, warm water raining down on them. Her eyes flicked up to his, brimming with desire. “Touch me,” he urged. As her fingers circled his cock, he took her in a deep, passionate kiss. Her touch was electric, her mouth sinful. Their slick bodies slid against each other as he groped and caressed. Every swipe of her tongue and stroke of her hand made him crave more of her. Water slipped between their lips like even it couldn’t get enough of them. “Stroke me like you own me,” he gritted out against her lips. She worked him tight and so fucking perfectly, he clenched his teeth against the desire stacking up inside him. “That’s it, baby. Fuck that feels good.” He crushed his mouth to hers and moved his hand to her pussy, her slick arousal drawing a growl. “So fucking wet for me.”

“So effing hard for me,” she retorted with a wicked grin, stroking him tighter.

His body flamed. “Where’d this little minx come from?”

“I have no idea.” She giggled. “But I’ve wanted you for so long, I guess it’s like uncapping a bottle of champagne. There’s no holding back.”

“My sweet girl, you’re about to see how true that is.” He pushed two fingers inside her, and she inhaled sharply. “I want to claim this sweetness, so every time you think about how good I felt buried deep inside you, you get wet.”

“I already get wet just thinking about you.”

“Damn, darlin’. Now I’ll get hard every time I think about that.” He quickened his efforts and dragged his tongue along her lower lip. Her sex clenched around his fingers, and her breathing hitched.

“Baz.”

“When you say my name like that, it makes me want to fuck your mouth.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek, rasping in her ear as he worked her clit. “I want to see you lick my cock and swallow it deep.” He knew he was pushing her boundaries, but he needed to see how far she’d let him go. “I want to come in your mouth, in and on your body, branding you as mine.” He gazed into her widening eyes. “Is that too dirty for you?”

“No,” she panted out. “This is so much better than reading about it while I’m editing.”

He laughed. “It’s good to know I’ve surpassed the page.” He palmed her breast, brushing his thumb over the taut peak. “I want you to ride me, so I can watch these perfect tits bounce and get my mouth on them.” He dipped his head, teasing her nipple with his tongue.

“Ahh” fell from her lips.

“I’m going to pleasure you so thoroughly, so often, you’ll be so desperate for my touch when we’re apart, you’ll conjure it, and I’ll reap the benefits of watching you ease that tension when I’m away and we’re on video chats.” As he said it, the idea of leaving made his skin feel too tight, but he refused to get lost in that. He lowered his mouth to her breast again, using teeth and tongue to make her squirm and moan. Her hand stilled on his cock as she rode his fingers, her breaths turning choppy. “Chase that high, baby.” He lavished her other breast with the same hungry attention, groping and caressing, grazing his teeth over her nipple, earning more moans and needy pleas. She grabbed ahold of his arms, going up on her toes, legs trembling as he quickened his efforts, taking her up to the edge of release. “Baz, please—” He added pressure to her clit at the same moment he sucked her nipple to the roof of his mouth, and she shattered. His name flew from her lips, fingernails digging into his flesh, their sinful sounds sailing around them.

He stayed with her, feeling every pulse of her climax, his cock aching to be buried deep inside her. But he was a man of his word, and when she sank to her heels, trying to catch her breath, he dropped to one knee, burying his mouth between her legs, devouring her, greedily sending her right back up to the peak. She grabbed his hair as she came, sending a mix of pain and pleasure directly to his cock. Fucking perfect. Her body quivered and quaked as she came down from the high, and he pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, loving his way up her glorious body. He slowed to tease her breasts, getting off on the way she breathed harder, her hands searching for, and finding, his cock. “Yeah, baby. Take what you want.”

Her eyes glowed with desire, and she said, “My turn.”

Hearing the sweet demand as she tightened her grip on his cock sent flames searing beneath his skin. She guided him by his shaft like she was leading an elephant by the trunk, switching places so his back was against the wall. Her hands moved over his pecs, that luscious mouth of hers following. “That’s it, darlin’, claim me.” Every touch of her lips sent spikes of lust darting through him. He fondled her breasts as she tasted her way out of reach.

Perched before his cock, stroking it with one hand, holding his hip with the other, she set those gorgeous eyes on him, and the cutest fucking smile appeared as she said, “Eyes on me, Dr. Wicked.”

The seductive mix of naughty temptress and sweet, sassy girl next door got his heart all twisted up. “As if I’d look away from my beautiful girl enjoying my cock?”

“Good boy,” she said softly, and licked his length. “So hard. So effing sexy.”

He knew she was teasing him, using the things he’d said to her the other night, and he fucking loved it. But he couldn’t help giving her more to play with. “Do good boys come down their lover’s throats?”