Filthy Beautiful Lust (Filthy Beautiful Lies, #3)

PaceKylie and I lay there quietly, listening to the soft sucking noises Max makes in his sleep with his pacifier. Lying here with her son between us is much more intimate than any date I’ve been on. We’re growing close. All three of us. I know in this moment that none of the shit I’ve done-the thrills I’ve sought, the pleasure I’ve chased after-has brought me as much joy as being here with her does.

This is true intimacy. I might be one of the more experienced men on the planet, considering I’ve had more sexual partners than I can count, have tried pretty much everything you could dream up and yet, this is by far, the most sensual moment I’ve shared with a woman.

She doesn’t need me, doesn’t need taking care of, and that only makes me want to care for her more. She’s the complete opposite of the desperate, clingy women I’m used to.

I watch the pulse thrum in her neck, and I can feel the warmth of not one, but two little bodies next to me, two bodies I want to protect and provide for. I’ve never felt this way about anyone or anything. I’ve thought about kids before, but I never imagined it could be like this, that it could stir up so much emotion and longing in me. She’s so capable and self-sufficient, what can I really offer her that she can’t provide herself? Pleasure. I can give her pleasure like she’s never experienced… I just need for her to give me a shot…

I remember back to that kiss we shared on her couch. The little sound of pleasure she made when my mouth took hers just about undid me. It was as though she’d been starved for affection. I wanted to give her whatever she wanted. I still do. Sexual tension is thick in the air around us-it has been all day-only neither of us has acknowledged it.

I watch her in the fading light, noticing the way her hair curls softly on my pillow and the way her eyelashes flutter when she blinks. She is mesmerizing.

“You miss it, don’t you?” I ask.

“What?” she whispers.

“Sex. Being with a man.”

She swallows abruptly, her gaze falling from mine. But she doesn’t answer, so I press on.

“Feeling him fill that place deep inside of you. The brush of his lips against yours. That perfect moment when he enters you and steals your breath.”

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“You’re the one who straddled me like you wanted a good, hard ride. I’m just thinking maybe I could help you out in that area.”

“How generous of you.” Her tone is sarcastic, but her lips are curved into a grin. “What are you suggesting?” she asks, the pulse in her neck gaining speed.

“You know how I feel, Kylie.” My eyes lock on hers and I wait, letting the moment build.

Her breathing grows fast, but she’s still and quiet. “What about Max?” We both look down at the little one sleeping soundly between us.

“Come with me.” My voice comes out rougher than I intend, and filled with need.

We rise quietly from the bed, and I’m debating where to take her. The living room is out. We need a door-with a lock. I briefly consider the bathroom-or more specifically, the shower, then decide I need more room to maneuver than that.

I lead her into my office and shut and lock the door behind us. When I turn to face Kylie, she’s trembling all over. I stalk closer, pushing her back up against the door and lean in to inhale her scent. Warm vanilla, along with traces of baby boy. If I weren’t so damn aroused, I’d laugh.

I can feel her heart slamming against her ribcage. She’s as tense as a cobra about to strike.

“Breathe for me, angel,” I remind her.

She draws a deep breath into her lungs.

I bring my hands to her cheeks and lift her face to make sure she’s meeting my eyes. I need to see her eyes to know she understands what’s about to happen. My thumbs lightly caress her skin, and I speak in hushed tones, slowly, letting my meaning sink in. “I know you said you’re not ready for more, and I know you worry about Max. But clearly you need someone you can count on. If you’re sure this can’t go further, at least let me be there for you. I can be a friend-a friend who supplies mind blowing orgasms, if you like.”

“This sounds like friends with benefits.”

“I promise you that I fuck better than any man you’ve been with. Aren’t you curious to see for yourself?”

I know I’m pushing her-but something tells me I have to in order for us both to get what we want. She’s so used to being in control all the time, relying only on herself for every decision. Well fuck that, I’m taking this decision out of her all-too-logical head. I’m letting her body decide. And judging by the way her nipples have hardened, and her pulse thrums at the base of her throat-her body wants this. Plus, I truly believe she wants a good, hard fuck every bit as bad as I do. And hell, if that was the thing that got her to see how good we could be together if she just gave me the chance, then I’d gladly sacrifice my body for the greater good.

She draws in a shuddering breath and chews on her lower lip. “You were right about one thing.”

“What’s that?” I ask, dropping my voice lower as I read the consent in her eyes.

“It has been too long.”

“You want to feel my cock inside you, angel?” I press my hips forward, letting her feel that I’m already hard.

She lets out a tiny sound of pleasure from the back of her throat. “Is this all you want? Just sex?” she asks, blinking up at me with solemn green eyes.

“He might have thrown you away, but I’m not going to do that.” The truth is I want her. All of her, including her son. And by some small coincidence, the universe had supplied me with the perfect opportunity for me bringing her home. It sucks that she broke her arm, but it gave me the opportunity I needed to bring her home and show that I could and would take care of her.

“Trust me, okay?”

She nods.

It’s a start.

I take her mouth, kissing her long and deep, my tongue stroking hers, tasting the wine we shared earlier.

“God, you have no idea how sexy you are.” I push my hips into hers again.