Free Davenport Harbor (Six Degrees Book 3) by Mayra Statham

it; worth every single nerve that ached to hear her, to taste her, to breathe in her scent.
    God, she smelled fucking beautiful, soft and slightly sweet.
    Both of her hands were in my hair, nails at my scalp. My little Kitten was catching fire, making me want to pound my chest. I wondered if she was as wet as I was hard. I picked her up and she wrapped her long legs around my waist. Her center grinding against my hardness, I almost came when I felt her mouth on my neck.
    “ Fuck, Kitten, ” I whispered against her neck, then turned her and sat her on the countertop. I placed my body between the V of her legs, and felt her roll her hips.
    “ More. Please, ” she whimpered and I pressed hard against her, her soft mewling in my ear fueled my own need until I heard a bowl crash onto the floor and we both froze and looked behind me. Zoey ’ s bowl was on the floor, the little princess giggling. Feeling like a pail of ice water had been emptied over my head, I took a deep breath, my nose at her neck, her scent soothing me.
    “ I ’ m sorry, ” I told the skin at her neck.
    “ I wasn ’ t complaining. ” Her body now stiff, I immediately missed the soft way she had molded herself to me only seconds before.
    “ I shouldn ’ t have …”
    “ I liked it, ” she admitted, her voice soft, and I looked at her.
    Her hazel eyes were teetering on green, her milky skin was flushed pink, and her lips! Fuck me, her lips were even puffier than normal from my kisses. I couldn’t help but kiss those lips tenderly before nipping her lower one as I tried not to think about them on other parts of my body and what that would feel like.
    “ I did, too. ” My voice was husky. Before I could say anything else, a knock came on the door and I backed away as I silently helped her jump down from the counter.
    She looked at me, catching her breath. I looked down at her heaving chest, her nipples straining against her shirt making my mouth water. My eyes moved back up to her beautiful face. She opened her mouth to say something when the knock came again. Shaking her head, she walked to the door. I looked towards the table to see Zoey sitting in her high chair, sticking out her tongue, then blowing a raspberry. She fell into a fit of giggles, and I laughed at the situation I ’ d literally put myself in.
     
    Anne
    The caterers hadn ’ t found anyone in the main house so they had come knocking on my door, unknowingly interrupting a moment between John and me, and as much as I enjoyed kissing him, I was grateful. I needed space to get my head back together and to remind myself of how things were. I couldn ’ t just lose control and kiss my boss, no matter how sexy he was.
    And even knowing this, I still let him kiss me again. After he told the caterers he would be with them in a second, he closed the door, walked over to me, and kissed me. Kissed me with a familiarity that would make you think we ’ d been kissing for years instead of for the second time. He kissed me so sweetly, so softly that everything around me slowly disappeared right alongside with my good sense. He made everything in me come alive from just a kiss. Thankfully, before things burned bright again, he stepped away, kissed the top of my head, then told me to be ready by one before he left to deal with the caterers. I stared at the closed door, my fingers at my lips, smiling. I looked over at Zoey and laughed.
    I knew it was crazy. I was on the run, hiding my child from the monster that had helped create her. Becoming involved with my boss was the last thing I needed to add to an already complicated situation. I just couldn ’ t make myself regret it, though. Nope. Not one bit.
    With that thought, I picked Zoey up, turned on the radio, and did what I hoped one day she would always remember us doing when things were crazy and out control.
    We danced.

Chapter Ten
     
    Anne
     
    It was still early, an hour to go until we had to walk to John ’ s for his BBQ, and I was a