This book took me on an emotional roller coaster ride. It was such a sweet and touching story. But the sex scenes wow 😮
Grabbing another pillow, I shove it behind my head to get a better view of her leaning over me. My dick surges with arousal when my eyes fix on her curvy ass sticking up in the air while she’s on her knees…and I feel the first lick of her tongue as she swirls it around the bulging head. Her moan of pleasure surrounds me as my fists tighten around the sheet I’ve been clutching since she decided to move lower.
Her warm, wet mouth starts to slowly take me inside. My eyes close with the pleasure I’m fighting at being surrounded by her warmth…and then…a buzzing sound intrudes…it won’t fucking stop…
My eyes snap open.
What the fuck!
I grab my cell from the side table and stop the alarm before dropping it to the bed.
When the coaching first started and I met Savannah, I kept telling myself she wouldn’t be interested in me because I wasn’t whole. But that’s bullshit. I am whole, and I know what I want. I just need to work out a way to get her.
Only a few weeks old, Faith is the cutest bundle I’ve ever seen, and she’s so peaceful…at least whenever I visit with her. Dahlia tells me that she sleeps from her feeding at ten-thirty at night right through until six in the morning. So I’m going to presume the bags under Dahlia’s eyes have more to do with Ryder wanting his wife than Faith waking for a feeding.
“Jace, I wish you’d pay attention,” my mom’s words break into my thoughts.
“Sorry, what?”
Ryder starts to laugh. “He’s preoccupied with a curvy redhead.”
“I like red hair,” Dad comments, which earns him a glare from Mom.
“So do I.” I sigh, and admit, “She baked a couple of cakes today and took them into her uncle at the department. Damn good as well.”
“What’d she bake?” Ryder rubs his stomach.
“You can’t be serious? You’ve just eaten,” Dahlia laughs.
“There’s always room for cake!” He shakes his head at Dahlia, but grins at me. “I’m still waiting…chocolate?”
“We are going to go to dinner, very soon. I’m going to treat you like a lady, and ply you with delicious food and lots of fruit juice,” he grins, “before I spend hours making love to you… Do you agree?”
“Hmm, you’ve made me weak in the knees…but fruit juice?”
He chuckles. “I want you stone cold sober. I don’t want any alcohol inside you…I intend to be the only thing inside of you.”
Not wanting her to watch me remove my prosthesis, I use my body to distract her, and move her to the bed. On my feet, I quickly shuck my cargo shorts and briefs, whipping my T-shirt over my head, I’m completely naked and available for her eyes to feast on.