Free Unexpected Love (Timid Souls Book 3) by Melanie Munton Page B

out within five seconds,” Felicity said as she slowly approached me.
    I loved my daughter with every fiber of my being, but she was the last person I wanted to be thinking about while I imagined all the filthy ways I needed Felicity’s body wrapped around me, inside and out.
    And now that Penny was in bed, the filter was tossed away and forgotten.
    “I want you naked the next time I fuck you,” I said, my voice low and cracked.
    Felicity’s feet paused on the plush carpet, halting her forward progress. The statement took her off-guard momentarily. But when realization sunk in, one side of her mouth quirked up in a grin and she continued her movements but in the opposite direction. She started walking backwards—toward my bedroom—facing me and never taking her eyes from mine. And this time she moved at a much slower, purposeful pace. She was absolutely putting on a show for me as she swung her hips in those jeans and pulled her hair back behind her shoulders, providing me with a much better view of those perky tits of hers.
    “Well. If you don’t hurry I may start without you,” she replied huskily.
    I was already moving across the room, matching her pace. “Oh, please do. I would love to see that.”
    I walked through my bedroom door seconds after her while in the process of unbuttoning my jeans—my shirt already shucked somewhere in the corner of the room—when she came up behind me and shoved me onto the bed. I was unprepared for the force with which she used and immediately dropped to the bed, my ass landing right on the edge of the mattress. I had to hand it to her. For a pint-size little thing, Felicity had some muscle to her.
    That was a huge turn-on.
    Because although I had already known it, that show of strength only reaffirmed the fact that she could give as well as she could receive. And when she fell to her knees before me, placing her head right between my legs, the word receive was the only one flashing in my head like the bright lights of the Las Vegas strip.
    Anything I received from Felicity Paxton was no doubt going to be spectacular. I had known that before I’d ever even kissed the woman.
    “I believe I owe you somethin’,” she said as she began to work my jeans and underwear down my legs.
    I wasn’t going to stop her this time. Shit, my cock was practically begging for her mouth and I wouldn’t deny him any longer. I lifted my hips to help her ease the denim down and off and a second later I was completely naked, spread out unashamedly as her heated eyes took in every inch of me.
    Something is wrong with this picture.
    I took the material of her tank top between my fingers and tugged. “I told you, I want you naked.”
    She didn’t even look up at me. Her eyes were solely focused on the prize she had just unwrapped. I got even harder when her eyes stayed locked on my cock as I waited for her to take off her clothing, any of her clothing. She finally registered the silence in the room and the stillness in my body. Her head rose to see my expectant expression, zoned in on her prone body on the floor. She rolled her eyes and pulled her top over her head, revealing her bra-covered flesh to me.
    Fucking hell.
    I didn’t know the name or what kind of bra it was. All I knew was that it was bright blue, pushed her breasts up and out, and had rhinestones across the top that sparkled with every centimeter she moved.
    It was probably the hottest thing I had ever seen.
    I hadn’t noticed any of the bras she had been wearing during the times we’d had sex—I had been too focused on getting to the treasures underneath them. But if this was what I’d been missing, I really needed pay better attention.
    “Better?” she asked.
    For now . I slowly nodded, never removing my eyes from those perfect breasts that I knew were tipped with the sweetest rose-colored nipples. “It’s a start.”
    “Good. Now shut up and enjoy.”
    No fucking problem.
    When she bent down and her tongue connected with