BABY DADDY by Eve Montelibano Page A

just can’t think of the right words to express my overwhelming joy.
    I face him.
    “Raiden…”
    “Don’t tell me. Show me,” he utters softly, his hands, bracketing my hips.
    His eyes are intense as they bore down on me, enveloping me in heat. But it isn’t a threatening kind of heat. It’s a lulling one and my guard is going to sleep.
    Oh lowd, help me. I shouldn’t. I’m not ready for this. For someone like him. No. For him. I’m not ready for him.
    But the rest of me is bursting with readiness. My body is throbbing and pounding with the need to express, to break free.
    Again.
    Yes, my doors are opening again. I can’t stop them, even if I wanted to. He’s like a master key, capable of unlocking them at whim.
    Another day.
    Just one more day.
    I raise my hands to frame his face.
    Too beautiful for words, and so I let my lips speak for me with action. I raise myself on tip toe and kiss him.
    He meets me halfway.
    Our lips touch and it’s thunder and lightning once again.
    He devours me and I devour him.
    There’s a new energy surging inside me that wasn’t there before. Not that our first kisses were less stellar—okay, I’ll use my own label to describe this kiss now— as I’ve no other words.
    Yeah. Simply stellar.
    His tongue… so wickedly talented.
    His taste… simply intoxicating.
    I want more. More. More!
    I find myself floating and I vaguely realize he’s carrying me. He doesn’t stop ravishing my lips as he walks. So strong. So capable.
    So mine!
    I’ll let myself believe that now. I’ll claim him as mine alone today. Just for today.
    I feel my back touching something soft. He’s laying me on a bed of sorts but he doesn’t stop kissing me and I couldn’t stop kissing him.
    Right now, I don’t care about the outside world. I just care that I’m here and he’s here, making me feel so desirable.
    He settles himself between my legs and rubs our fronts together. I feel his hardness, his readiness. And lowd am I ready!
    More heat explode in my lower belly. My sex feels swollen and pulsing with exquisite ache only he could assuage.
    “I want you, baby,” he rasps and he begins a rhythmic grinding against my mound.
    Why is it that I don’t cringe when he calls me ‘baby’? Age-wise, it’s so weird, but while he’s gazing down at me with such hunger in his eyes and moving against me with undeniable arousal, I feel like a girl blossoming under the heat of his passion. ‘Baby’ sounds so hot. So dirty sexy!
    I feel his hand creeping under my dress, caressing my leg, squeezing. The other cups my breast.
    I moan and lift my torso.
    “I’ve been thinking about you every hour, every minute I could hardly function. I’m so hard I don’t think I can last long, baby.”
    I feel myself literally gush down there in eager anticipation. It’s like my muff is hot-wired to his equipment and they’re in sync in this throbbing countdown to completion.
    “I think I’ll go mad if I’m not inside you in five seconds.”
    You can say that again! “Hurry!” I urge him.
    He moans and laughs and fumbles with his fly and then my panties. He’s good at this, so smooth and suave with his movements, like he’s divested women of their undies a million times.
    Don’t think about that. He’s yours today. Just yours.
    Our clothes are still in place. There’s something so wickedly sexy about being fully clothed except where it’s necessary to be bare.
    I feel our naked skin make contact in those parts.
    We moan in unison.
    Without even looking down, I feel how big he is, how hard. And I know it’s all for me. Just for me.
    Like the artist that he is, he paints his passion on my wet canvas. Linear, circular, crosswise.
    Heat spreads like wildfire all the way to my extremities.
    “Raiden, please!”
    “Oh yes, baby. Here…”
    He seeks entrance into my body and finds it immediately.
    He hesitates. “You ready?”
    The concern in his voice warms my heart, even as my body is already blazing.
    I