Page 27 of The Fire Captain's Unexpected Baby
I squeal as he picks me up by my thighs and places me on the sticky countertop beside the stove. The lighthearted laughter dies on my lips as he kisses me.
I guess it wasn’t the pancakes I was hungry for.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him into me as tightly as I can. His cock presses against my center, a reminder that he actuallylikesmy mom bod. I scoot closer to the edge of the counter, anything to feel him better.
“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to do this,” he whispers, his voice huskier than usual.
For a moment, I let myself believe it’s true. That a man could wantme, even after everything my body has been through.
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Aaron
Paige feels incredible under my hands. She’s more eager than I thought she would be, the fervor of her kisses matching mine. When her back arches as my teeth graze her lip, I take a risk and move lower.
“I need to take these off,” I murmur into her neck.
I’m giving her a way out, a chance to say no. But she lifts her hips from the counter and shimmies my new favorite unicorn pajamas down. Carefully, I pull them down her thighs and off her. Then, with one sweeping motion, I grab the hem of her shirt and pull it over her head.
She sits on the counter in front of me, naked but for her bra and panties.
I want to trace each one of those silver stretch marks with my tongue. Every curve of her body invites my touch, the exploration of my hands. I want to worship her, but she’s sitting in front of me, practically begging.
So I lean down and press a kiss to the inside of her thigh. She shivers at the prickle of my stubble against her tender skin.
“Tell me what you want.” I stop and look up at her, my mouth inches from her center. Her eyes are dark with lust when she looks down at me.
“Please.” It’s the only word that comes out.
She closes her eyes as if she can hardly bear to watch.
I reward her with another inch up her thighs. My mouth rests on the edge of her silk panties, my breath teasing her. She pushes her hips up to meet my lips, but I pull back.
“Don’t make me beg,” she whines.
Close enough.
I pull her soaked panties to the side and reach out tentatively with my tongue, tracing a circle around her swollen clit. She tastes even more incredible than she looks, sounds, and feels.
A sharp cry echoes through the kitchen, letting me know how she wants me. I lap her up, tracing a line from her entrance to the spot that makes her moan so loud the neighbors might hear.
She bites down hard on her bottom lip as I slide a finger deep inside her. I curl it against her sensitive inner wall while my tongue slowly circles her. She bucks her hips against me.
“Faster,” she demands.
I move faster, but I also know how to push her toward release. Instead of tracing patterns with my tongue, I close my mouth over her. She squeezes my head with her thighs until I suck on her clit.
She comes undone with a loud moan.
Her body shakes from the climax, but I don’t stop coaxing the pleasure from her body. Even when she pants, the release isn’t quite done with her, and I slide a second finger inside her.
When she quiets and her body stops shaking, I rise from between her thighs.
She’s all over my lips, the stubble on my cheeks and chin. But it doesn’t stop her from grabbing my face and pulling my mouth to hers for one more searing kiss.
If she minds the taste of her own arousal, she doesn’t show it.
“I didn’t think?—”
