Upon a Midnight Clear by M.J. Schiller

Author:M.J. Schiller
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kissmet Publishing
Published: 2014-01-22T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TEN

When Dylan woke up, the tempting smell of cinnamon rolls floated in from the kitchen. He stretched but kept his eyes shut, choosing to relive the evening with Keira rather than get up. Uum, but the girl was hot. Way hot. When the gorgeous redhead had straddled him, something had exploded inside of his head. Usually he liked to take things slow and be deliberate in his actions with women, savoring each stage of the relationship, and always keeping them wanting for more. He didn't know what was wrong this time around. It seemed like she awoke some animal inside. With her kiss, her touch, he wanted nothing more but to be inside her, tangled up together so intricately no one could tell where one ended and one began. It was insane. He had never felt anything like it before.

"Why are you hugging the baseball bat?"

The little voice came from so close that he nearly flew out of his skin. "Delaney!"

"Hi, Dylan."

He reached out a hand and pulled her up to the side of the couch, an arm folded behind her knees. "How did you sleep?" he asked with a smile.

"Good," Delaney responded cheerily. "I didn't know you and Mommy were having a sleepover."

Dylan wanted to chuckle. He'd just love to have a "sleepover" with Keira. At the same time, panic hit. How should he respond? He drew out his answer, thinking about the words with care. "Well, I just stayed because of the bad weather and your mom was nice enough to let me sleep on the couch."

Without warning, Delaney crawled on top of his stomach, forcing air out of his lungs and coming perilously close to creating some other very unpleasant sensations for him. She stared out the window.

"It doesn't look so bad to me."

Keira chose that most perfect of times to enter from the kitchen. She wore dark jeans tucked into a pair of black, knee-high boots, hugging her calves sensually, and a white sweater with a wide, black belt. She looked better than the cinnamon rolls smelt, which was saying something. She held a spatula casually in one hand.

"Oh, sorry. Delaney, get off Mr. Fischer, please. The poor man just woke up."

Dylan rolled, snatching Delaney and then setting her down in his lap to tickle her for a second or two before allowing her release. Delaney made good on her escape, racing from the room. Once alone, he offered a smile. "Good morning." He grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it on, then stood up, buttoning his jeans. "Did you make cinnamon rolls? They smell wonderful."

"Oh. They are just the kind you pop open on the counter," she answered with a dismissive wave of the hand.

"I haven't even eaten those in a while."

The corners of her lips turned up a trifle. "Man, are you easy to please. Well, you better get your cute little buns in the kitchen before they're all gone. Delaney would demolish the whole batch if left unattended."

With a grin, he followed the sexy redhead into the kitchen.

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