Crazy for Loving You A Bluewater Billionaires Romantic Comedy - Pippa Grant Page 0,76

save my one inappropriate comment every day for things that I suspect will amuse him.

The guy needs to relax more.

“Believe it or not, I have an entire wardrobe appropriate for meeting social workers,” I tell him, which helps calm me down too. “I also have a script Emily’s Derek wrote for me back before he was Emily’s Derek, when he was just a guy I hired to make me look good after I got framed for shoplifting—which I was cleared of, by the way, so that shouldn’t be a problem today. I also know how to paint the paparazzi as the bad guys. Plus, we have you with your impeccable credentials. No one’s taking Remy from us today.”

No one’s taking Remy from me today. Another day, possibly, but not today.

West, though? They’d never take him from West.

He’s a solid, dependable dreamboat, and I’m honestly starting to wonder if my grandmother’s plan isn’t to pay him to raise Remy, because he’s the only reason I’m semi-competent at taking care of the baby myself.

Either he’s inspiring me to not want to fail, or he’s inadvertently teaching me something.

“Daisy?” he says on a sigh.

I knead deeper and wish I wasn’t getting a lady hard-on from touching his bare skin. “Yes?”

“That feels amazing. Thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure.”

He tilts his head back to look at me again. “You’re not who I thought you’d be.”

“Aha! He admits he thought about me.”

“After I met you.”

“Wouldn’t it have been boring to inherit a baby with anyone else?”

His eyes are twinkling in the soft dawn light, pure green mischief, and oh my god, mischievous West is everything.

“I don’t know. I might’ve preferred inheriting a baby with a Kardashian.” He smiles at me, tilting his head back so I’m looking at him upside down.

I mock gasp. “Are you saying I’m not outrageous and outspoken enough for you? That’s it. Neighborhood pool party tonight. Come naked except diamonds covering the jewels and bits.”

He hasn’t shaved since he got here, and his beard is thick and dark, and I can’t resist stroking the rough growth. Holding his head so it’s nestled against my breasts.

Have I ever had a guy friend?

I don’t think I have. And I like it.

And I don’t.

I don’t want to be his friend. I want to kiss him. I want to explore every inch of his body, trace his tattoos and caress the ridges of his muscles. I want to strip him out of his sweatpants and straddle him and ride him until we both fall off the cliff into satisfied oblivion.

I drop my hands and start to move, because I promised I’d respect his boundaries.

I fucking hate boundaries.

But I’ll do this for him, because he’s done so much for me, and my family, and I owe it to him to not push.

Except when I start to shift away, he reaches behind us and settles his hands on my head, then tilts his face, and suddenly his lips are brushing mine, tasting like coffee and temptation, his rough beard tickling the sensitive skin around my mouth and sending my nerve endings into hyperdrive, and all of my good intentions fly out the window.

This.

This kiss is everything I shouldn’t want and can’t have, but fuck if I can stop myself.

I slide a hand down his chest, and a low growl rumbles deep under my fingers before he pushes deeper into the kiss.

Lips parting.

Tongue tasting.

His mouth claiming me like I’m a gold-dusted caramel pistachio truffle that needs to be savored.

I don’t glide into kisses.

I leap headfirst into the deep end without actually verifying it’s the deep end, because I’m into kissing because I like kissing, but more because I want the grand finale.

I want to toss my clothes over the balcony and get hot and sweaty and see how many different paths I can take to the land of the grand O.

But normally, I’m seizing the moment before the moment ends. Before my weekend is over, before the party breaks up, before I have to go back to my normal life.

West is my new normal.

He’s every moment.

And this kiss—it’s different but perfect.

It’s a hello, so that’s who you are.

It’s a nice to meet you.

It’s a yes, actually, I do like you and I could spend all morning kissing you from every angle to learn what you like and what you don’t.

And right now, he seems to like pulling me into his lap so we can tackle this kiss head-on.

Best way to tackle a problem, if you ask me. And it’s definitely