Multiple orgasms. Tongue. Fingers. Dick. Toys. Didn’t matter how.
He’d enjoy them all.
Maybe as much as she did.
Her hips rolling, she moaned again, and his blood rushed. Straight to his cock. He had to go before she finished. Had to leave before he lost his mind and did something stupid. Something they’d both regret.
It damn near destroyed him to tear his gaze away, and turning his back to the door, he took a step before the sound of her coming undone froze him in place.
His name.
She’d called his name.
And he fucking loved it.
* * *
Unable to concentrate,Summer stared at the words on the page and pretended to read her book as the winter scenery flashed by her window. Even though Jamie was doing the driving, she liked being a passenger, preferred it to being behind the wheel herself.
She wasn’t a confident driver, and her close call after hitting a patch of black ice had reinforced her desire to let someone else take control. Of the vehicle. Not her life. Not her choices.
Nope. No way she’d let anyone force her to do anything she didn’t want to. Not even Mr. Snow-it-all with his “it’s too dangerous for you to be here” BS. He hadn’t been kidding about taking responsibility for her and Halia’s safety. He checked on them daily, always knew where they were and what they were doing, but his interest in his little girl ended there.
When it came to bonding with her, he hadn’t made any effort at all. He refused to hold her. Always had a lame excuse ready, one reason or another why he couldn’t take her in his arms, why he couldn’t feed her or change her.
It broke her heart every time he rejected Halia, but what could she do? His actions spoke louder than words. He didn’t want a daughter. And he certainly didn’t want a nanny. They were an encumbrance. A burden. An obligation he’d rid himself of if he could.
Asshole.
He’d made himself clear. He wanted them gone.
She’d made herself clear. They weren’t leaving.
At an impasse, the battle lines had been drawn, and whenever they were alone together, they argued non-stop. Man, he was relentless, trying everything from intimidation to charm to get her to acquiesce.
If he only knew his tactics were backfiring, he might reconsider his approach. She fidgeted in her seat. Yeah, despite their constant bickering, he made her wet. She hadn’t known proximity alone could turn her pussy into a needy whore.
She’d given herself countless orgasms over the last week, and still, she wanted more. Jamie—balls deep inside of her. That’s what she wanted. What she needed. Too bad she couldn’t detach the cock from the man and use it as a dildo because his was magnificent.
Either way, ever since his arrival, her body had gone haywire. In one second, lust consumed her. In the next, she had to fight the urge to hit him over the head with her pick. There was no in-between with him. Lust or rage. Check one.
“What are you reading?”
From the corner of her eye, she saw Jamie glance her way, and she flashed him the cover. So what if it had a half-naked man front and center. Smart bitches read romance. Contemporary romance. Paranormal Romance. Historical Romance. Didn’t matter. A happily ever after was all she needed.
“Claimed,” he said, reading the title out loud. “Is it good?”
“Not as good as the one you stole,” she lied, the first book in the Dark Protectors series, and one of her favorite comfort reads, she knew the story by heart. So it didn’t matter that he’d kept it after she threw it at him. Except, now she had a Talen-sized hole in her collection of vampire smut.
“I didn’t steal it,” he grumbled. “You assaulted me with it. Anyway, in case you missed it, I left it out on the nightstand for you.”
“I know where it is.” She’d seen her book when she went into his room to lay Halia down for a nap in her bassinet. Easier to clean the nursery and ready it for painting when she didn’t have to worry about waking the baby.
No way she was taking it back, though. He owed her another apology for being an ass about her and Halia’s safety.
“God, you’re stubborn.” On the edge of town, he signaled to change lanes and turned off the highway.
She snorted and put her book down, readying herself to go another round with Jamie about her safety. “You’re one to talk.”
