Model Dad (Men on a Mission Book 4) by Kate Gilead

Author:Kate Gilead [Gilead, Kate]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-05-24T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Cindy

“Mmmm,” he breathes, mashing his lips against mine, returning my passion and hunger with his own.

Our mouths mesh together perfectly, touching and tasting each other with ever-rising urgency.

Breath coming faster, my hand flattens itself to run over the wide expanse of hard muscles on his back, then I use my fingernails to trace light patterns, making him shudder.

“Uuhh,” he groans softly, “that feels good.” While I scratch his back, he lets his lips travel lightly over my chin, making little nibbles there, before continuing downwards to the place where the curve of my neck meets my jaw.

Bliss.

My eyelids lower as the shivers travel ahead of his touch; all the way down my spine, through my belly and straight into my core, which clenches and softens at the same time.

“Let’s get this off,” he whispers, pushing the robe down around my shoulders. I shrug it the rest of the way off and let it fall to the floor.

“Cute nightie,” he says, looking at me with gleaming eyes. He leans close, planting small kisses on my lips and chin as he reaches behind me with one hand, pulling the pillows into a more comfortable arrangement.

Using the other arm, he lowers me easily down onto the fluffy nest he created.

The corners of his mouth curl up as he looks down into my face, his gaze going from my face to my still damp-ish hair as it fans out over the pillow.

“You really have no idea how fucking sexy you are, do you?” His tone is one of musing delight, sending another thrill through me.

Lowering himself now, his need for me makes itself unabashedly known, as his erection presses against my hip.

Hot, huge and hard as a rock.

Kissing me hungrily again, one hand lovingly cups my face, then it wanders to my hair, then down the curve of my neck to my shoulders.

His fingers trail lightly over my arm, raising gooseflesh, then move to my hand and then over my hip, to my belly, then up to my breast.

“Mmm, Jesus,” he says, breathing heavily, “what magnificent breasts you have.” He smiles down at me, one strong hand cupping my boob, then he watches my face while his fingertips move to flick and tease my nipple through the fabric of the nightie.

My clit twitches in response, as if there’s a nerve going straight from that erection tipping my breast, to the one now throbbing between my legs.

Under his touch, my nipple grows. He grips it between thumb and finger, rolling it, bringing a soft moan from my throat as he hovers his lips over mine, depositing soft, tender kisses; this one quick, that one lingering.

Sigh.

Floaty, delicious…delirious.

The way he’s holding me, looking at me…touching me.

So much desire in his eyes, in his touch, in the way he can’t seem to stop smiling.

Now the warm hand on my breast travels back down over my belly, back over the swell of my hip and down to my outer thigh.

Smile, nose-nuzzle and then a whisper: “Silky smooth legs, just like I knew they’d be.

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