Chapter 20 #2
“Maybe just heat the chicken and some barbeque sauce. I’m not super hungry. I don’t think I could eat a full salad.”
“Okay.” He bends down and kisses me before running his hand down Camden’s back. He opens his eyes, tucks his arms beneath him, and then his eyes shutter closed.
Within minutes, I feel Camden’s little body completely relax, and I know he’s asleep. I rock him a little longer, just to make sure. I’m standing to take him upstairs when Baker comes back into the room, carrying my plate and a bottle of water.
“I should have changed him before I got him to sleep.”
“I just changed his diaper and put him into his pajamas before you pulled in.”
“Okay, good. I’m going to take him to his room. I’ll be right back.”
“Want me to take him?”
“No, I’ve got it.” I take the steps slowly, careful not to jostle him, and manage to get him into his bed without him waking. Poor baby is exhausted. Once the monitor’s on, I make my way back downstairs.
“I love that this has three units,” Baker says, pointing to one of the three screens for the monitor. The other two are in his bedroom, and one is in mine, but it’s been weeks since I’ve slept in that room. “Eat,” he says, pointing to my plate.
“You cut it up for me.” I smile up at him, taking the plate and setting it on the pillow on my lap.
“Tell me you’re a dad without telling me you’re a dad.” He laughs.
“Thank you for this,” I say, taking a bite.
“How was your day?” he asks.
I tell him about Amanda and the adoption, the lunch we had, all the deals we found, and end with the Halloween costumes for Coral and Camden. I also mention my idea that we could all dress up, and he readily agrees.
“I mean, I get to be me.” He chuckles.
“Well, I was thinking that maybe you could be Knox,” I say, trying my hardest to keep a straight face. Tossing the pillow off my lap, I take my empty plate to the dishwasher, rinse it off, and try to get my laughter under control.
When I turn around, he’s there, his arms going around my waist. “Not funny,” he grumbles, running his hands up the back of my sweatshirt.
“Come on now… it was a little funny.”
“Nope.” That’s all he says before he steps back, laces his fingers through mine, and leads me through the house as he turns off all the lights, locks the door, and makes sure the alarm is set.
He doesn’t say a word as he leads me up the steps and into his room.
He flips on the bedside lamp, ushers me to the other side of the bed, and turns to face me.
He remains silent as he strips out of his clothes, letting them pile up on the floor, before stepping close and doing the same to me. I raise my arms for him and allow him to strip me naked, as well.
My body coils with need. Wetness coats my thighs, and the ache building there is almost unbearable.
He watches me, those hazel eyes trying to communicate without words.
What I see in them is desire, need, and dare I say love?
I might be projecting because this man owns my heart.
Him and his son. They are a two-for-one deal that will only be for me.
“You ready for bed, baby?” he asks, and my heart literally skips a beat. I’ll never get tired of hearing him call me baby.
“Is that what you want?” I ask, finding my voice through the desire and the love for this man that’s leaving me breathless.
“Do I want my girl naked in my bed? Is that a real question?” he asks, tilting his head to the side to study me.
We don’t usually sleep naked since we have a toddler in the house.
And while he’s still young enough that we could probably get away with it, that’s not what we do.
So, the fact that he stripped us both bare and then wants to sleep, surprises me.
Instead of answering him, I peel back the covers on what I now consider my side of the bed and climb in.
“You’re beautiful,” he says, walking to his side of the mattress, turning out the light, and joining me under the covers.
The room is dark, and my body is still coiled tightly with my need for him. But it looks like I’m getting a softer version of Baker tonight, and that’s okay with me, even if I wish he would touch me.
The thought barely finishes when I feel his hand slide over, and he links his fingers with mine. “I love having you here, Sloane, in my home and in my bed. Cam does, too. We truly missed you today.”
I swallow hard, emotions welling in my throat. “I missed you guys, too.”
Finally, he rolls over, and I move closer, so close that his warm skin presses against my own. “Can I show you, baby?”
“Please,” I say, and even I can hear the pleading in my tone.
Slowly, his hand lands on my cheek, and his lips find mine.
He kisses me for what feels like hours, taking his time, never once rushing until we both need air.
His hands begin to roam. His thumb brushes over one hard nipple, then the next, causing me to moan.
He continues his exploration, moving his hand over my quivering belly, to the place where I’ve been aching for his touch.
Slowly, his fingers glide over me. I should be embarrassed by how wet I am, but I’m too turned on to care.
Besides, he did this to me. His words, his kisses, and his touch are the culprit.
“Is all this for me?”
“All you,” I reply, breathless.
“You feel like silk on my fingers,” he rasps, tracing my folds, before lightly grazing his thumb over my clit. I lift my hips, needing more. More of his touch and more of him. Just more.
“Wait until you see how it feels on your cock,” I blurt, and he chuckles.
“You want my cock?” he asks huskily.
“You know I do.”
He falls back to the mattress. “Come and get it. Take what’s yours,” he says, again slaying me with his words, and he has no idea.
Not needing further motivation, I toss my leg over his and straddle him. I grip his cock, stroking him a few times. The only reaction I get is his grip on my thighs tightening with each stroke. Lifting, I guide him to my entrance and slowly sink down until all I feel is full.
Full of him.
“Fuck,” he murmurs as I rock my hips. “You’re so tight and wet,” he croaks, sitting up so that we’re chest to chest. His large, calloused hand slides behind my neck and guides me into a kiss.
I’ve never felt this close to another person in my entire life.
It’s as if he’s reaching inside my body and touching my soul.
We’re making love, and I want so badly to tell him that he owns my heart, but I don’t want to blurt it out during sex.
Soon, I’ll tell him. Soon, I think, as his other hand slides between us and grazes my clit.
“Oh, yes. I’m close,” I pant against his lips.
“I need you to get there. Fast, baby. I can’t hang on much longer. You feel too good, too perfect,” he says, kissing me again.
His words hit their mark, and my orgasm explodes like a stick of dynamite inside my body. Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through my veins as I dig my nails into his shoulders.
“Fuck. Fuck,” he grunts as he releases inside me. His arms band around me in a tight embrace as we both catch our breath.
When we can both finally breathe, I climb off his lap, feeling the mixture of each of us dripping down my thighs.
“I’m going to clean up. Don’t move.” I feel like this man is always taking care of me, and I want to be the one to take care of him tonight.
I quickly take do my business, clean up, wet a cloth with warm water, and take it to him.
He tries to take it from me, but I pull my hand away and clean him up.
He’s still half hard but is fully erect by the time I’m finished.
“That’s the Sloane effect,” he teases as I leave him to toss the clothes into the hamper and turn off the bathroom light.
I crawl back into bed, and he pulls me into his arms. “You need me to help you with that?” I tease.
“No, baby. Let’s get some sleep,” he replies.
I’m warm, sated, and it doesn’t take long for sleep to claim me.