Late Nights & Love Lines (Single Dad Hotline #2)

15. Cock-sized imprints

15

COCK-SIZED IMPRINTS

SEBASTIAN

H er legs wrap around my waist, the cribbage board caught between our ribs, but I’m so consumed by the press of her lips against mine that I ignore the stab of pain the rough edge causes. Instead, I’m consumed by the way her tongue tentatively touches my bottom lip and how, when I open for her, she pours her soul into mine.

Without breaking the kiss, I ease the board out from between us and reposition my legs so I’m no longer sitting on my knees. I want to be as close as humanly possible to her body. We meld together as one, as if we’re finally where we were always meant to be. The new position pulls her tighter against my cock, and stars of every color explode in my vision.

As soon as we connect, a mewling sound I plan to remember forever slips past her lips, and I greedily swallow it down.

Rowan slides her hands beneath my T-shirt, and I hiss. Her skin against mine causes a searing sense of rightness, and each press of her fingers sends a jolt of emotion through my body I’ve never before experienced.

And I swear on my life, I will never mock Pappy’s thoughts on destiny and fate again because with Rowan wrapped around my body, I resolutely felt the world shift. It tilted on a new axis that’s meant just for us, and I’ll gladly spin in her orbit for the rest of my life.

“Rowan,” I groan. She kisses along my jaw until her warm lips are at my ear. “We need to stop before this goes too far.”

She freezes, but I press her body tightly against mine so she can’t run while I scramble to explain. “If we don’t stop now, I don’t know if either of us will be able to. So if any part of you is unsure about moving forward.” I’m not sure if she grinds down on me, or if I press up into her, but the heat of her core melts us both through her thin cotton dress, and my entire body vibrates.

Need should always be felt this profoundly.

“I don’t want to stop,” she whispers into my chest. “For today, and tomorrow, I don’t want to stop.”

Those words steal my breath. For today and tomorrow. She still needs an out, maybe she always will, but I’m not strong enough to walk away from this moment either.

“Are you sure?” My voice shakes with desire for her.

She nods against my shirt. “I’m sure.”

“Fucking Christ, Rowan.”

My hands fall to her ass, and I lift her up so I can lay her out on the blanket. Hovering over her, I take a moment to memorize every perfect inch of her face.

“Your eyes twinkle in the moonlight, did you know that?”

She shakes her head and bites her plump bottom lip.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“So are you,” she says, and I chuckle. I’ve never wanted to be called beautiful before, but it’s a compliment I’ll carry like a badge of honor coming from her lips.

Rowan’s hands slide up my chest, lifting my T-shirt as she goes until I shift to toss it to the side. I stay braced above her as she maps my body with her fingertips, until my muscles begin to shake.

Her hands sear my skin, and my cock swells in my shorts. I don’t ever remember being so hard that my cock twitches and aches to be set free. It should serve as a warning that everything with this woman will be explosive, but instead of pulling away, I allow my hips to press into hers.

She moans on contact, arching her back and rolling her hips more firmly into mine. I bite back a groan and pin her still so I can fight back my impending mind-blowing orgasm—at least for the time being.

Knowing how she handles physical contact, I allow her to set our pace. I refuse to do anything that will scare her away. Not when everything in me is screaming that I’ve been waiting for her my entire life.

She sinks her nails into my skin, not hard, but enough that it causes goosebumps to race across my body and a hiss of pleasure to escape my clenched teeth.

“Seb.” She peers up at me through long lashes, her confidence draining from her with each passing second.

“What do you need?” I lower my mouth to hers, not quite touching.

Her tongue darts out to lick her lips, and mine are so close I steal a taste of her too.

“I’m not a…touchy-feely kind of girl.”

I kiss the right corner of her mouth.

“I know.”

Another kiss to the left corner of her mouth.

“But I—I…”

I interrupt her with a kiss, slowly exploring the softness of her lips. She tastes like sugar, sweet, with a hint of tequila that gives her some bite.

Leaning on my elbows, I cup her cheeks with both hands and stare directly into her eyes. “Whatever you need, whatever you want, all you have to do is ask, and I’ll do everything in my power to give it to you.”

I kiss her cheek.

“Today,” she whispers.

Our connection never breaks as I rub my nose along hers.

“And tomorrow.” I correct.

Her chest heaves, and her body vibrates beneath me.

“Just ask, sweetheart. Whatever it is, ask me.”

“I want you to touch me, to hold me, but I’ve never been comfortable with the—the intimacy of it before. I’m not sure how I’ll react.” The words spill out of her as if they’re in a race with each other, and I give her a slow smile.

“We won’t know until we try. Can I try, Rowan? Can I touch you?”

“Yes,” she mewls.

Thank fuck. Paying close attention to her reactions, I rise up to my knees and place my hands on her thighs. She squirms, attempting to press them together, but she can’t with me between them.

My girl wants to take control, but she needs to let it go.

“The second you say stop, for any reason, I’ll stop.” It might kill me, but I will. “If you don’t like something, if it makes you uncomfortable, or you’re unsure about anything, say stop. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she sighs when I skim my palms to her upper thighs, and her lashes flutter closed.

“One more thing.”

She blinks open.

“Keep your eyes on me, and let me hear you. I’m going to move based on the sounds you make, so don’t hold anything back.”

She twists her head around, taking in our surroundings as though she’s just remembered we’re outside.

“It’s private property. No one will see us.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. I’ll give you anything you need, sweetheart, except one thing.” My body fights against memories, and the muscles in my neck strain against my skin. “I don’t share. Ever.”

Events from my past bubble up in my throat, causing my words to sound haggard and a little ruthless. I count to five before I’m sure I can remain calm. “Whatever happens between us, out here or behind closed doors, is not for anyone but us. And there’s not a fucking chance I’d allow anyone any piece of us that we don’t explicitly give. Understood?”

“Okay. Yes.”

She’s quick to answer with words but also her eyes—for once, she allows me a glimpse past her shield, and it’s more than I could have ever asked for. When I lift her dress higher, exposing pale pink lace panties, her lashes flutter against the creamy skin of her cheeks.

Heaven. That’s the only word that comes to mind. She is fucking heaven.

I lift her dress higher, exposing the expanse of her silky skin, and she writhes beneath my touch. Her body leans into mine as much as it tries to pull away, so I take my time in my exploration of her, allowing her time to adjust to the feel of me.

There’s not a mark or blemish anywhere on her, and as I snake my hands up her ribs, my body shudders.

“You’re perfect,” I groan, tugging her dress over her head.

A crimson flush expands from her neck to her cheeks, and down lower to her chest.

“Seb…” It’s a low, throaty plea that my cock responds to.

“What, baby? What do you want?”

“You,” she cries out when my mouth captures her nipple with my teeth through her lacy bra.

Her tits are the perfect size to squeeze, pinch, mark. I sink my teeth into her flesh, and her back arches off the blanket.

“Fuck, Sebastian. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

I undo the clasp in the center of her chest and peel the bra from her skin, groaning when I find my mark below her nipple.

I trace a finger around the teeth marks three times. Mine . It roars throughout my body and rings in my ears.

She shudders beneath me, and I drop my lips to her other breast while my hand caresses down her body to her panties. Cupping her, I savor the wetness already soaking the material. Then, I lap, lick, and suck her nipples while I tug her panties to the side and delve into her silky heat.

Her pussy sucks me in greedily, and if I had any less self-control, I might come on the spot.

“Seb,” she whines.

I press on her clit with the palm of my hand while my fingers explore, fuck, and curl to the most sensitive space inside her.

“Oh, God, please,” she moans, and I can’t wait another second.

Releasing her nipple from my teeth, I kiss down her body, each one rushed in my efforts to find home.

She wiggles and pushes her panties down, and I thank my lucky stars she’s not pushing me away.

Lowering my body to the ground, I place my hands under her ass and lift. Waiting for her to look down at me, I inhale deeply.

So fucking sweet.

When our gaze connects, I don’t give her a warning. I deep dive into her, searching for her clit with my tongue and teeth as she rocks beneath my touch.

“Oh. Oh, God.” Her thigh muscles lock around my ears, and I chuckle against her.

I’m a man possessed, and I don’t slow down. Not when her moans and pleas urge me on, showing me what she needs as if she’s writing a road map of her pleasure for me.

I slide two fingers inside of her, and her hands fall to my head, pressing me harder against her, and my grin feels just this side of maniacal.

“You need more?” I growl into her sensitive flesh. “Harder? Faster?”

“Yes, yes, please.”

I don’t know what will happen after this, but I’m an enthusiastic prisoner to her demands and will give her everything I am.

I sink my teeth around her clit and flick at it relentlessly with my stiffened tongue while adding a third finger and crooking it, reaching and stretching until I find that magical secret button.

As soon as the pad of my finger connects, I press my free palm into the skin above her mound, hard, while sucking her clit like a goddamn vacuum.

Rowan screams unintelligible words that spur me to move faster and harder until she falls completely silent. I almost pull away, sure something’s wrong, but then her body stiffens and shakes violently through her orgasm. Her inner walls squeeze and throb against my fingers, so I don’t stop my ministrations.

No, I press again on her pelvis, suck even harder, and fuck her ruthlessly until her orgasm rolls into another and she covers my face with her juices.

Lapping, licking, sucking all that I can until her body relaxes into a boneless heap.

Rowan’s eyes are open wide, and if I hadn’t been the one to bring her to this precipice, I might worry that she’s in shock.

Or maybe I am.

I’ve never witnessed anyone come like she did. Silently beautiful as she twisted and came undone in the moonlight.

She opens her mouth, but no words come out.

“Are you okay?” I crawl up her body dropping random kisses whenever I can’t control the compulsion to taste her.

She nods enthusiastically, but exhaustion is also creeping in.

I did that to her, and my chest expands with the pride of a fucking caveman.

“Do you want to stop?” I whisper, hovering above her lips. Her scent and taste cover my lips, and I know she can smell her desire on me. Her eyes dilate as she stares at my mouth. “Peach? Do you want to stop?”

Tears dot her lashes, but her lips spread into a slow smile as she shakes her head no.

“Are you sure?”

She nods.

“Can you speak?”

She shakes her head again, then laughs. It’s a delicate sound, one I don’t recognize. It’s then that I realize, in all the time I knew her when we were kids, I never once heard her laugh.

Whatever I thought was going on between us shifts as my goals become clear. Rowan Ellis was always meant to be mine, and now it’s time to claim her in every possible way so I can hear that sound for the rest of my life.

I sit up and remove my shorts and boxers, reaching blindly into my pockets for my wallet.

Fuck, no. Please, baby Jesus, don’t do this to me. Where the hell is my wallet?

My movements turn manic. Our night cannot end this way. I stand up, my aching cock bobbing angrily against my stomach as I search the sand. Maybe it fell out somewhere.

“What’s wrong?” Rowan asks lazily. I pause mid-freakout to soak her in. Her smile is unlike any I’ve ever seen from her. She’s relaxed, and she’s at peace.

It’s how she should always be, and I swear on my life, I’ll make sure it happens.

“I can’t find my wallet,” I admit, hearing the panic in my voice.

Silence hangs heavily when I finally admit to myself that my wallet is probably on the entry table at home.

I turn to face her, pinching the bridge of my nose as I do because when her naked body comes into view it’s going to be a fucking kick to the balls.

“Have you been tested?” she whispers.

My hand immediately falls away from my face, and I scan her eyes.

I won’t do this to her. I won’t. Even as I think it, my resolve huffs out a laugh straight from the devil himself.

“I have.” Fuck. I’m a weak asshole. “After my ex, I got tested. There hasn’t been anyone since her.” I barely breathe as she processes my words.

Finally, she looks at me, but I can’t read the expression.

“I am too. And I can’t get pregnant.”

I must frown, because she continues. “It’s a long story, but endometriosis happened and honestly, I never wanted to saddle innocent kids with my DNA anyway.”

Something about that makes my chest ache more painfully than I could have ever imagined.

“Why?” I ask, falling to my knees before her.

She sits up and tucks her knees to her chest. It takes all my concentration not to stare at her swollen pussy.

“My dad loved me, but I’m the spitting image of my mom. So I obviously have her genes, and I refuse to pass that coldhearted bitterness on to innocent children. I’m not even sure if I’m capable of love, so when I had to have surgery for the endometriosis, I made sure there would never be an accident by having my tubes tied. I’ve known I didn’t want to have kids of my own since I was a child. I can’t take that risk.”

My mind is a firestorm of questions. But only one of them screams in panic. “You don’t want kids, yet you’ve always planned to work with them. And then you were a nanny. And now you help single dads. So, you do like kids, right?”

Logic says the answer should obviously be yes. But what if it’s not? What if that’s why she doesn’t want to nanny anymore? My children are the one thing I won’t give up.

I’m not a praying man, but in that moment, I find myself searching my life for anything I have to bargain away to God. I’ll give Him anything else if He doesn’t take her away from me before we’ve began. My career? It would be a bitch, but I’d do it in a heartbeat. My wealth? Done.

I’d give it all up for her.

She shrugs but shifts her focus over my shoulder to the ocean. “I do, I love kids. If things had been different, if my dad hadn’t died, maybe—” She stops abruptly. “I gave up wishing on stars a long time ago, Seb. This is me. Broken, messed-up me.”

I inch forward. “I won’t lie, Rowan. The idea of never seeing a mini-you is fucking heartbreaking, but it’s not a dealbreaker. And more importantly, you’re not broken.”

You’re mine. It’s a roar made in silence, but I’m not sure either of us are ready for those declarations yet, so I bite my tongue until I taste copper to keep it inside.

It might be one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, and that’s what tells me I’m in for one hell of a bumpy ride to happiness with this woman.

She turns her face toward me with questions swirling in her soulful brown eyes.

“You’re not broken, you’re just you. Perfection,” I murmur. Silence passes as she stares at me, lust and anxiety vying for dominance in her gaze. I hate the worry she attempts to hide, but it’s always there, lurking beneath her surface.

“Do you want me?” I ask, closing the space between us, ready to pull away at a moment’s notice. “Do you want me bare and buried so deep inside you that you’ll be thankful your tubes are tied because when I paint you with my seed, it’ll reach the deepest recesses of your womb?” Her eyes dilate, and she licks her lips. “Do you, Rowan Ellis, want me to make you come on my cock so hard that when you spasm around me, I’ll leave a cock-sized imprint on your walls?”

“Jesus,” she pants.

“Mm,” I hum. “You like it when I talk dirty to you, Peach. Your body doesn’t lie.”

I grab the back of her neck and hold her forehead to mine. My grip is unyielding, but not enough to bruise, and she relaxes into my touch. We share air and secrets without speaking a word.

My lips tick up into a half smile. “Do you want that? Do you want me inside you, Peach?”

“More than my next breath.”

That’s all it takes. The leash holding me back snaps, and I press her body into the sand.