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Release Date: May 17, 2018
Genre: Contemporary Sports Romance
Actual Rating: 5 stars
Hayden has STOLEN my heart. Gah! Meghan writes the BEST heroes. I can't seem to get enough of them! They all have heart and know what they want making them 100% irresistible! And the inclusion of some of my other FAVORITE male leads in her previous novels? So. Freaking. Good. I loved this book. I read it in ONE sitting from start to finish. I fell head over heels in love, and cannot stop THINKING about this amazing male lead. Friends, you DON'T want to miss out on Hayden's book. He is absolutely swoon worthy and his female counterpart? Just as superbly written as he is. Man. I am trying not to gush but this book delivered in so many ways.
So, what will you get when you dive into One Baby Daddy? A captivating love story with a bit of slow burn. The hero is a pro hockey player who, upon returning to the town of Binghampton, meets the one woman he KNOWS is going to change his heart. Is it love at first sight? Maybe. But he is going to take his time and make sure that everything goes perfectly. Unfortunately, forgetting ones birth control can put a damper on things... And some unsaid words and feelings will change these two in more ways than one.
Readers, you NEED to read Hayden and Adalyn's powerful love story! I loved every single second of it and want to immediately dive right back in the series from the beginning so I can experience it all over again. These characters are everything one hopes to read about in a romance novel and have the best personalities around. Obviously, I very highly recommend this book as well as the others in the series.
Haven't read the series yet? I suggest starting from the beginning even though each book features a different couple. I think you will have a better understanding as to how the series came about if you do so. Plus, there are a few crossovers that you don't want to miss out on and you will if they are read out of order.
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“Would you mind zipping up the back of my dress?” She walks toward me, her flowery scent floating in my direction, spiking my yearning into overdrive.
“Uh, yeah . . . sure.”
She turns around, and looks over her shoulder. The back of her dress is completely open, the zipper undone to just above the curve of her beautifully round ass.
Shit, all that smooth, tan skin, covered by nothing but the velvety fabric of the dress. Is she wearing underwear? She’s not wearing a bra and I see no panty line.
Clearing my throat, I ask, “Are you wearing underwear, Adalyn?”
From over her shoulder, she smiles shyly. “Yes, it’s small though.”
Of course it is. Why wouldn’t it be?
Not being able to stop myself, I take a second to float my fingertips up her spine. From the initial touch, her back arches and a small gasp releases from her lips, but before I can think about stopping, she melts into my touch. Stepping closer, I place my hand on the back of her hip, my thumb pressing into her ass while the other hand explores the bare expanse of her back. Her head falls to my shoulder. Her lips part, and when I snake to the front of her dress, her breath hitches.
Eyes closed, I take in ragged breaths, my fingers inching closer and closer to her front, my cock painfully hard.
It’s been so goddamn long—and being with Adalyn has only spurred on my need—but I want to make sure we’re in a good place before we commit to anything. I want to make sure she’s ready emotionally because the minute I bury myself deep inside her, I know there will be no turning back. She will be mine forever.
But maybe for now, I can just have a little touch . . .
My cock pressed against her butt, she expertly grinds her backside into me, her hands moving to my neck, pulling my head down to hers. I kiss the side of her neck, using the hand that’s gripping her hips to guide her with her grinding in just the right place.
Fuck, that feels good.
I grunt, the sound vibrating over her sleek neck. My hand on her stomach, she arches wanting more of my touch, silently asking me to move north.
And I fucking comply. Inch by slow inch, I guide my hand to just below her breasts. When I halt my pursuit, a displeased groan escapes her.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to find the willpower. Her fingernails dig into my scalp, spurring me on as she turns her head and finds my lips.
She kisses me.
Her lips gliding across mine, her tongue diving into my mouth, her moans are vocal and sexy. Her delicious ass, pressing, grinding, undulating against my rock-hard cock makes me want to do so much more, makes me want to taste so much more.
Moving my hand higher, my fingertips graze the bottom of her breast. Soft. Round. Smooth. I caress her right below her nipple, never touching, just teasing . . . tempting.
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