Kissed and Missed (Daddy Issues #2)

Chapter 9

9

JULIAN

F or a moment, Honor just gazes up at me, worry shining in her blue eyes. “Yes. Please. I mean, if you want to…” She trails off, and I let out a choked noise of disbelief, because surely she can’t be serious. Want to? The possibility of being allowed to fuck this woman is more exciting to me than any Christmas, birthday, and professional achievement I’ve ever had. Combined.

A shrill little laugh bubbles from her lips. “I’m sorry. I’m just nervous, I’m sorry. You’re, you know, you .”

“Me?” I ask, bemused. Having a lot of money feels like a fairly irrelevant attribute when the woman you’re trying to sweep off her feet doesn’t care about it. With that out of the equation, Honor Vogel is about fifteen miles out of my league, and I’m already so far gone that if she walked away—still a very distinct possibility—I’d be a wreck.

Honor scoffs, “You’re super hot and successful, and you’re in the news all the time for doing something impressive that I don’t really understand. I’m sure you date women who are, like amazing, and I’m just this normal person and…”

I should be pleased she finds me attractive and impressive, but as she rambles on, my desperation to reassure her is far more pressing. Swallowing, I stare down at her beautiful face, still pinched in worry and embarrassment. “Honor, I haven’t had sex in about seven years.”

Honor makes a choked noise of surprise, her hesitant expression clearing. “Wait, seriously?”

A low chuckle of relief rumbles in my chest as I step forward again, and when I kiss her, she moans quietly, melting into my embrace. It’s addictive, feeling this woman respond to my touch, sensing her need for me.

When I force myself to draw back—because if I let things get any more heated I’ll end up fucking her in the middle of this ballroom—we’re both smiling.

“It’s important to me that you know this wasn’t my intention in coming here. I just wanted to see you,” I tell her, and Honor’s teeth find her swollen bottom lip as my words sink in.

“That’s kind of making me want to fuck you more, if I’m honest.”

My answering bark of laughter echoes off the high ceiling, and even when it fades away, my smile never slips from wide and effortless. “You want to fuck me?”

“Obviously.” She beams, so beautiful my pulse stutters at the sight of her.

God, I feel like a bastard for putting her in this position, but if the last six weeks have proven anything, it’s that we aren’t forgetting each other. Those three days burrowed under my skin and from now on, my life will forever be split into two eras: Before Honor and After Honor . Even if it’s the most selfish thing I’ve ever done, I can’t walk away.

“Come upstairs with me?” I hear myself beg, and Honor’s shy, answering nod makes my heart soar.

Outside the ballroom, two members of my security detail are waiting, but I’m too wrapped up in the beautiful young woman at my side to pay them any mind. Keeping Honor’s hand twined tightly with my own, I pull her toward the back staircase, avoiding the lobby, and neither of us says a word as we climb the three floors to my suite.

With every step, the anticipation seems to notch higher too. The few days when she wasn’t speaking to me were some of the most miserable of my life, but against all odds, I found a way to fix it. I thought I’d lost her, that I’d realized too late I shouldn’t have let her go in the first place, and now it’s surreal to realize I haven’t.

She wants me.

A familiar, bulky, heavily tattooed man in a suit is waiting outside the door. “Grey, I think you remember Honor Vogel. I’d like you to arrange for her to have twenty-four-hour security. As soon as possible.”

“Of course. Good to see you again, Miss Vogel.” He removes a key card from his pocket and unlocks the door, standing back to let us through.

“Oh, no thank you! It’s nice to see you again, though, Grey!” She laughs, as I give him a look over her shoulder which clearly says no thank you isn’t an option here. “I definitely don’t need security, Julian,” Honor tells me as the hotel room door closes behind us.

I wish that were true, but it isn’t. Honor has no way of knowing that the more money you have, the bigger the target on your back. My loved ones are possibly in even more danger than I am, considering the number of bad people in this world who would use them for leverage. Riley has security, as does my ex-wife, the few living members of my family, and now Honor will too. Their safety isn’t something I’m willing to gamble with, and just the thought of something happening to her because of her association with me is gut-wrenching.

“Nonnegotiable,” I tell her firmly. “I know this is a lot, and we haven’t gone over the specifics of what we’re doing here?—”

Honor twines her arms around the back of my neck, and whatever I was going to say is lost as I get my first proper look at her face in the light after over a month. “Not everything is a business deal, Julian Ballard,” she reminds me playfully, and I watch with fascination as I draw my thumb over her full bottom lip, still swollen from my kisses, and her pupils dilate in response.

She’s right. Business is the furthest thing from my mind right now. In fact, the impulse to keep her here forever, hidden away from the world—business be damned—is my only priority.

“Specifics are important,” I grunt, and the warmth of her body bleeding into mine has my cock hardening once again. In my arms, Honor hums, and I can tell by the way she presses closer with a mischievous smile, that she knows exactly what she’s doing to me, and loves it.

God, I missed her.

The empirical, reasonable part of me—the part I believed to be firmly in control until quite recently—wants to dismiss the thought as soon as it occurs to me. In my previous relationships, I was the career focused, emotionally unavailable one, but it’s not like that with Honor. This woman is making me do and feel things I didn’t know were possible, and in my gut, I know this is no fling. I wouldn’t be here if it was.

My pulse is racing as I lean down to kiss her again, deep and searching. I was telling the truth when I said this wasn’t why I came here, but damn me if I’m not thrilled. There’s only so many times a man can jerk off to a woman he hasn’t seen naked before he actually loses his mind.

Honor sucks in a startled breath when I stoop to grip the back of her thighs and lift her into my arms. Automatically, her legs lock around my waist, and we exchange a dazed, hungry look before we dive for each other again.

Truthfully, I barely glanced at the suite when I checked in, too preoccupied with Honor’s imminent arrival. Now that she’s here, wrapped around me, her lips working frantically with mine, I regret it.

I need her in my bed. Now.

“Julian, please ,” Honor whimpers, grinding her pussy against my abdomen, desperate for friction as I shove open a door that turns out to be a closet. How big is this fucking place?

My growl of frustration turns to a groan when my girl pulls my face back around, greedy for more. Distracted, I turn, pressing her into the wall as we exchange hot, open-mouthed kisses. This isn’t enough, though, and, palming her ass, I pull back. Panting, I look around, and my heart leaps when I spot an open doorway at the end of the hall, and beyond it, the corner of plush, rich-blue bedding.

I turn us toward it, striding over the glossy wood floors. “Are you sure?” I rasp when we stop beside the bed. As I release her, Honor falls back onto the mattress with a gasp, her golden hair laying loose and wild over the dark comforter, thighs spread.

She gazes up at me from beneath long eyelashes, a pretty pink flush spreading over her cheeks. “I should be asking you that.”

A dark laugh rumbles in my chest as I move forward to kneel between her legs. “Oh, I’m sure.”

Holding her eyes with my own, I reach down, deftly unbuttoning her pants. Fabric rustles as she lifts her hips, allowing me to pull them down her legs as she wrestles with her sweater. Then, the garments are gone, and I’m staring down at the woman I’ve been dreaming about for weeks in only her bra and panties.

“Fuck. You’re so pretty, baby.” I groan, dizzy with the new freedom to touch her however I want. My cock, already painfully hard, throbs against my fly as I run my hands over the outside of her thighs, struggling to decide where to begin.

Honor sighs, shifting restlessly beneath me. “Julian,” she pleads. “I really need you to touch me now.”

Yes, ma’am.

“Do you need me here?” I murmur, reaching between her legs to cup her pussy through the damp cotton of her panties. Even through the material, I can feel how wet she is, how hot, and with weeks of fantasies about her, I have no shortage of ideas on what I’m going to do about it.

Honor nods, her lips parting in a quiet moan as I grind the heel of my palm against her clit, giving her some of the pressure she needs. In the back of my mind, I know I’m on the verge of losing control. From the moment I found her on my doorstep, I’ve wanted this— craved it . Now she’s nearly naked, spread out beneath me, grinding her hot cunt on my hand, and I’m damn near beside myself.

With a low curse, I lean over her body, kissing the hollow between her breasts, and reach up to rip the material aside, letting me see her plump, pale tits, tipped in pink.

Honor’s fingers tangle in my hair, and she lets out a long, decadent moan as I take one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking and nibbling the tender flesh. “Do you still want me to fuck you?” I ask with a low groan, switching to the other side.

The hands in my hair tighten as Honor’s back bows off the bed, a ragged sob coming from above my head. “ Yes ,” she half laughs, half cries, and I know I’m not the only one edging toward being too far gone.

I must be a bastard after all, because when I sit back, pulling my shirt over my head as Honor struggles with my belt, no part of me feels guilty. There isn’t a question in my mind that she wants this as desperately as I do. As long as I live, I know I’ll never be able to disappoint this woman. If she wants me, she can have me.

“Take it out,” I grunt, watching, entranced, as she obeys, her fingers finding the waistband of my briefs. It takes only seconds for her to pull them down, and I feel a dark thrill at the quiet gasp that comes when my cock falls into the space between our bodies. I’m painfully swollen, my tip already slick, and my balls heavy with the cum I want to paint her pretty tits with.

Electricity shoots up my spine as Honor’s small, soft hand finds my base, stroking me tentatively. I rock into her touch, loving the way her thighs inch further apart, instinctively making room for me.

“Do you feel empty, Honor?” I ask gruffly, cataloging the way her lips part and a pink flush crawls over her chest at my crude words. “Do you need to be filled up?”

Honor nods, her tongue darting out to wet her kiss-swollen lips. “I want it,” she pants, gripping me tighter as she loses herself in the moment.

A low groan rumbles in my chest as I fall forward over her, meeting her lips in a deep, searching kiss. She releases my cock as her legs wrap around my waist, and I allow her to drag me closer until my erection is pressed snug against her pussy, separated by a flimsy, damp pair of panties.

I thrust against her, setting a slow, decadent rhythm that has her bucking and moaning in seconds.

“That’s my girl,” I hiss, ripping myself away from our kiss so I can look between us at the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. “Is that horny little pussy ready for me?”

Honor lets out a noise somewhere between a laugh and a groan. “I’ve been getting myself ready for six weeks, Julian. Please?—”

I groan, my cock pulsing at the thought of Honor laying alone in her bed, rubbing her clit to thoughts of me. “You’re going to need to show me what that looks like soon.”

Not today, though.

Today is for taking the woman of my dreams, for fucking her so good, she’ll happily spread her pretty legs for me whenever I ask. I want her as addicted to me as I am to her, because after only a few minutes, it’s become clear that the obsession I’ve experienced since she left California was just scratching the surface of this.

Sitting back on my heels, I fist the waistband of her panties, ripping them down her legs and off in seconds. Taking the hint, Honor arches her back, reaching behind herself to undo the clasp, leaving her naked beneath me. My eyes roam greedily over every exposed inch, and I can barely fucking breathe for how gorgeous she is.

My cock leaps as I lower my hand to the soft, bare skin of her pussy, tracing her slit with my thumb, making her buck and gasp.

“Julian,” she begs, her chest heaving. “Please just fuck me.”

I guide two fingers through her slit, hissing when I feel for myself just how drenched she is, and stare between us as I part the lips of her pussy, holding them open as I fist the base of my cock, guiding the head to rest against her tight entrance.

I want to fucking see this.