Neighbors with the Single Dad (The Single Dads of Seattle Book 8)

by Whitley Cox

  He kissed her knuckles once more, then gave her back her hand. “Now, I agree, let’s finish dinner. We need to fuel up.”

  Her smile was closed-mouthed now as she shook her head. Using her fingers, she popped a perfectly charred brussels sprout half into her mouth. “You’re incorrigible, you know that?”

  “Incorrigible, infatuated. Take your pick.”

  “Can I pick both?”

  “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

  Dinner was over, and what a dinner it was. And the dessert—if it was even possible—was better than the dinner. Eva had even gone back for seconds, batting her eyelashes coquettishly at Scott until he served her up a second slice of the torte. Not that he needed much convincing. He had a second slice too.

  Tingles ran rampant through her when he took her hand after they’d finished cleaning up the kitchen and he led her upstairs to his bedroom.

  It wasn’t like they hadn’t had sex yet. They’d had crazy-hot sex a few times, and yet the way her nerves were taking hold of her body, it was if she were some innocent virgin preparing for her deflowering.

  Though this was not how Seth had gone about it. Seth had lived in his van on the beach. Her first time had been no less romantic though. On a giant blanket on the beach under a star-filled sky. Yeah, he might have been a hippie nomad who never wore shoes, but Seth had made her first time special.

  She’d been less nervous then than she was now, though. Maybe it was because Scott had been so descriptive about his intentions. And that she was so damn curious and so damn turned on when he revealed his plans that she was not so much nervous as she was anxious—champing at the bit to experience all his promises.

  They reached the top of the stairs and he stopped, turning toward her. “All kidding aside, Eva, I want you to really enjoy tonight. So if there is anything you don’t want to do, just say so and we’ll stop. You mean a great deal to me, and I don’t want to spook you.”

  Her heart constricted inside her chest, and those tingles picked up their intensity. But she pushed that all aside, lifted up onto her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. “Careful, Scott Dixon, or I might just fall in love with you.”

  She was up and into his arms, squealing, before she knew what was happening. His strides were long and true, and they were inside his very manly, very tidy bedroom in no time. “Didn’t you know, Eva,” he said, staring down at her, “that’s the plan?”

  “I thought licking every inch of me was the plan,” she said with a giggle, looping her arms around his neck. They were standing at the foot of his bed now, the dark brown duvet with blue trim just demanding to be chucked to the floor in a heap as they got all tangled up in the sheets.

  “That’s all part of the plan of getting you to fall in love with me.” His brows knitted together, and his gaze grew serious. “It’s a very complex plan, you know. Many layers.” Then he tossed her onto the bed like she was no more than a stuffed animal. She squealed again as her butt made contact with the mattress and she bounced.

  He pounced on her after the second bounce, stopping her from doing a third and pinning her body beneath his. She grinned up at him, her arms finding their way around his body, her hands fanning out across the solid expanse of his back.

  “First,” he purred, “I’m going to take off all your clothes, as promised.”

  His lips landed on her shoulder at the same time his fingers began to peel the sleeves of her top down over her arms. Every kiss was exquisite, every light, gentle brush of his fingers divine, sending a ripple of pleasure careening through her only to end up smack dab between her legs, where her soaked pussy now throbbed for him.

  “Then, I’m going to spoil you,” he murmured, trailing his wet, hot tongue over her collarbone and down to where the swells of her breasts now tumbled out the neck of her top. He was still pulling her shirt down and over her body, inch by luscious inch. “Massage away your aches and pains. Dissolve your stress and worries. And, if you happened to have an orgasm while I’m doing it, all the better.”

  Her shirt was now all the way down around her waist, her strapless bra doing a piss-poor job of containing her breasts, since she was on her back. It took little effort on his part to relieve her breasts of her bra entirely, and within an instant, her nipple was in his mouth.

  A sharp inhale caught in her chest when he scissored his teeth over her tight, sensitive bud, the other nipple between his fingers being equally tortured.

  His tongue meandered across the valley of her breasts to the other nub, and he raked his teeth over that one too. “Arch your back, babe,” he murmured against her skin.

  She did as she was told, and he made deft work of her bra clasp, tossing her bra to the floor. Her shirt came next, then her skirt. He was getting down to business. She was left in nothing but her panties now. Pale blue, but a noticeable darker blue where she was unable to control her arousal. With his mouth still teasing her breasts and his fingers roaming her naked body, she was already close to coming. Until the heel of his hand cupped her mound, that is. Then she was really close to coming.

  He pressed gently, then harder.

  “I love that you get so wet,” he purred, slinking down her body, his lips never more than an inch away from her flesh. He hovered over her mound now and her hips voluntarily leapt off the bed toward his face and his heated breath.

  “Eager, are we?” He kissed her clit over her panties, and of their own volition once again, her hips jerked up to meet him. He chuckled and kissed her again.

  She groaned, her fingers making their way forcefully into his hair. She tugged. “Scott … ”

  “I have a plan,” was all he said, hooking his fingers into the sides of her underwear and sliding them down her legs. “Just wait. The wait is half the pleasure. Half the fun. Don’t you think?”

  She groaned in frustration and shook her head, her hair splaying out all around her in an arc of fire. “I’m not sure I agree,” she said through gritted teeth.

  “Anticipation can be an incredible aphrodisiac,” he said, bringing her panties up to his nose and inhaling, shutting his eyes.

  She gaped at him.

  When he opened his eyes, his grin was downright wicked, almost a little frightening. But it wasn’t actually scary. More like thrilling. Like when you get spooked on a rollercoaster or in a haunted house.

  “Roll over, babe,” he ordered, climbing off the bed and walking over to the dresser against the far wall.

  She did as she was told and shut her eyes. She’d gone hard at the gym earlier, and her muscles were tired. If she wasn’t about to have some earth-shattering sex in a moment, she could very well fall asleep. And she nearly did until Scott reapplying his weight on the bed caused it dip on one end.

  She opened her eyes to find the room lit by close to a dozen candles. It was beautiful and romantic, and she felt herself fall just a little bit more for the man. Todd had never done anything like this for her—no man had.

  Scott was doing just as he promised. He was spoiling her.

  He wasn’t naked, but he’d removed his pants and was now in just sexy black boxer briefs, and his dress shirt was on but open. With a bottle in his hand, he straddled the back of her thighs. “Just relax,” he whispered, squeezing some yellow-tinted oil into his palm. The scent of it wafted over her shoulder, and it smelled magnificent.

  Leaning over, he pushed the heels of his palms into her shoulder blades, which somehow proved to be a button for her to shut her eyes again because she did. And then everything went a little blissfully blurry for a while.

  Scott’s powerful hands kneaded and prodded, massaged and caressed her tired, aching muscles until they really were nothing but pudding by the end. He had magic fingers, strong and capable. She caught herself groaning a couple of times from how good it felt, only for his thumbs on the back of her neck to lull her back into that fuzzy state where you’re not quite asleep but not quite awake either.

  After he’d devoted an immeasurable amount of time to her
back, shoulders and buttocks, he slipped off her thighs.

  “Do you want me to roll over?” she asked groggily.

  “Not yet.” With the speed of a sloth, she pried one eye open and craned her neck around to look at him. He stood at the foot of the bed and squirted more of that delicious-smelling oil into his hands. “I’m not done.” Those hands were back on her, starting at her feet and gliding up her leg on either side. All the way up to the apex of her thighs.

  When his fingers brushed her pussy lips, she trembled beneath his touch, and her breath hitched.

  Up and down he raked his hands along her leg, drawing out the last of her energy with each stroke. And with each pass, his fingers probed just a little bit farther, until when he switched legs, his fingers pushed inside her just a tad.

  She clenched around him when he breached her, desperate to keep him there just a bit longer, but he would click his tongue and retreat from her heat, sliding his hands back down her leg.

  Just when she thought she was going to pass out from the buildup of anticipation mixed with the relaxation of the massage, he removed his hands from her completely.

  She was unable to stop the whimper that rattled up from her chest and past her lips. Her body was in instant mourning. The loss of his touch was nearly too much to bear.

  But she didn’t need to grieve for long. His hands wrapped around her ankles, and she found herself briskly flipped over to her back. With an eek and an oof, she stared down the length of her body at the man before her and the impressive black mountain of his boxer briefs.

  Involuntarily, she licked her lips. His pupils dilated, his nostrils flared, and he slid his tongue along his bottom lip.

  “Spread your legs, Eva.” His rough voice had her complying instantly. “So wet, so pink,” he murmured.

  Holy Jesus.

  “Remember the plan?” he asked, his chest lifting and falling at a quick pace.

  She nodded.

  “Good.” Then he dove between her legs face-first, taking her clit between his lips and sucking like it was a goddamn lollipop.

  Eva’s hips shot off the bed.

  He hooked his arms beneath her legs so her thighs now rested on his shoulders. Alternating between licking and sucking, he brought her to the edge in no time. Then when he added that finger inside her, she really thought she was going to pass out.

  “Remember the plan, Eva,” he purred against her clit, laving at it with the flat of his tongue. The buzz of his words against her plump, sensitive folds sent a new pulse of electricity through her.

  He reached up and tugged on her nipples with each hand until they were tender, stiff peaks.

  Her hips leapt off the mattress again..

  “Eva … ” he grumbled into her cleft.

  “Right, right,” she breathed. “Okay, now.” Her bottom lip snagged between her teeth at the thought of his mouth on her in the way he’d described. What if …

  What if you love it?

  Well, yeah.

  Scott lifted up onto his knees and waited for her to roll over to her belly once again.

  “On your knees, babe,” he encouraged gently, his fingers brushing her calf. “Spread your legs.”

  She swallowed but complied, doing as instructed, her cheek pressed hard into the mattress, her most intimate parts on full display. She felt incredibly open and vulnerable.

  “Oh, Eva.” It didn’t matter when he said it, the way Scott pronounced her name made butterflies take wing in her abdomen. But when he said it now, while they were in bed, and that tenor of admiration accompanied his seductive pronunciation, she almost came on the spot.

  “Scott … ”

  Wet warmth sucked on her pink folds from behind. He drew each one into the soft heat of his mouth only to release it with a gentle pop. She moaned into the mattress, resisting the need to churn her hips or reach beneath her and rub her clit. His tongue dipped between her labia and flicked her clit. She spasmed. Then that tongue began to travel. Through her slit, over her perineum and up her crease.

  “Holy shit,” she breathed.

  Around and around her tight rosette, Scott swirled his tongue.

  “Oh God.”

  She didn’t think she was going to enjoy it, let alone this much. The man was a true savant of all things dirty, wicked and wonderful. Not ceasing from his tongue magic, he trailed his fingers up her inner thigh until they found her dripping pussy. He slipped two fingers inside, pumping and pressing on her G-spot.

  Bright lights flashed behind her closed eyes.

  He pulled his fingers free and flicked her clit, toying with the swelling nub like a cat with a mouse.

  “Scott … ”

  His tongue in her crease picked up speed, his fingers on her clit began luscious concentric circles, and she was gone.

  He’d carried her boneless body up to the cliff top, then hurled her off the summit. Only she didn’t fall, she flew. Up farther into the ether, Eva sailed as the waves of the intense orgasm ricocheted through her, blooming from the epicenter of her core outward to her limbs, her fingertips, her toes and the crown of her head.

  And just when she thought she was on the downward coast, enjoying the euphoric fog that accompanied an orgasm so life-changing, another one hit her out of nowhere, and like a second wind, she flew back up in the stratosphere.

  16

  When Scott returned from the bathroom after washing his face, Eva was right where he left her: on her belly with her face in the pillows, her legs flopped out and spread. If he tilted his head slightly, he could see her slick, plump, pink folds between her legs and a puddle of wetness beneath her on the tan sheets.

  Had she fallen asleep?

  He certainly hoped not, though he couldn’t necessarily blame her if she had. He could have sworn he heard her snoring a few times during her massage. That was partly why he would slide his fingers inside her, just to wake her up.

  He knew she would like having her ass licked, and he was so glad that she gave it a try. Though, by the way she came twice in a row, he might have a created a monster. Not that he minded. He’d eat Eva’s ass every time she asked him.

  “Babe?” he whispered, pressing a knee into the bed and climbing on beside her, smoothing his hand down over the luscious curve of her ass. She twitched beneath his palm, but the sigh that followed on the heels of that prompted him to do it again.

  Groaning, she turned to face him, pressing her other cheek into the mattress. Long lashes fluttered open. Her yellow-green eyes shone bright, contrasting beautifully with her pinked-up complexion and wild just-fucked hair. She was, without a doubt, the most exquisite creature he’d ever seen.

  “That was … ”

  His grin made his cheeks hurt. “Yeah?”

  She nodded. “Yeah.”

  “Good.”

  Her gaze slid to his very eager, close-to-painful erection in his boxers. A small bit of leaked precum had turned the fabric a darker shade of black. “Is it my turn yet?” She licked her lips.

  Fuck, she was incredible. “Anytime you want to wrap those lips around my cock, babe, I won’t say no.”

  With a groggy-sounding groan, she pushed herself up to sitting, then reached for the elastic of his shorts. He helped her, lifting up so she could tug his boxers off as she slid to her knees on the floor. Her face fell to his lap, and she took his cock into her mouth, instantly deep-throating him.

  “Fuck.” His fingers pushed into her hair.

  She bottomed out over and over again, taking him quickly to the edge of completion. And even though he knew he would be able to provide Eva with cock a few times that night—she just made him get it up nearly on command—he did not want to come in her mouth. Not yet anyway.

  She cupped his hairless balls and tugged gently before moving her head down to one and taking it into the decadent heat of her mouth. She sucked on his sac, using her other hand to continuously pump his cock from root to tip.

  “Babe.” He tapped her head. “Not like this.”r />
  She hummed a response, and his hips jerked into her face.

  He tapped her head harder. “Babe, no, seriously.”

  Enormous green doe-eyes flicked up to him. She released his sac and pouted. “Really?”

  “Yeah, really. I don’t want to come like this yet.”

  Her pout grew deeper before morphing into a big grin. She stuck her tongue out and, using the flat of it, ran it up the length of him, finishing with a hard suck on the head before she released it with a sassy, sexy pop.

  “You are a wicked little thing,” he growled, helping her to her feet and then throwing her to the bed.

  “Whatever turns you on, stud.” She smiled, her legs flopping open.

  He grabbed a condom from the drawer of his nightstand and slid it on. “Babe, everything about you turns me on. Absolutely everything.”

  He prowled up the bed toward her and without even waiting, slid inside her. Their mutual groans of satisfaction filled the room, accompanied quickly by the sound of flesh slapping flesh and the heady and distinct smell of sex. Musky and loaded with pheromones, it drove his libido ever higher, and his thrusts picked up vigor.

  He pushed up onto his knees and gripped Eva behind the thighs, angling his cock inside her so that he hit her right in the G-spot every time he fucked her. Then she’d feel every inch of him along her ridges as he pulled out.

  Her bottom lip was hung up between her teeth and her eyes closed as she rubbed her clit with one hand and pulled at her nipples with other. He loved that she had no qualms enhancing her own pleasure. She knew what she liked and wasn’t afraid to work with him to achieve the ultimate goal.

  He released one of her thighs at the same time his cock slipped all the way out. With his fist around the base, he guided the head of his shaft through her folds and up to her clit, where her fingers worked double-time. Her eyes flashed open when she felt him, and she smiled. He rubbed her nub with his cockhead a few times, her fingers taking a break, her eyes focused on him.

  “Back inside me,” she whispered, pushing his cock away with her hand and guiding him back into her drenched slit. “It’s where you belong.”