Chapter 12 #2
“All right, babygirl. No holding back.” And with that, he pulled her sweater over her head.
Relaxing his fingers, he brushed his lips over her nipples through her bra, taking away the pain and leaving only pleasure. “I could have lost you today, Foxy. And yet here you are, promising me forever.”
His broad palm claimed the warm plane of her belly, fingers splaying possessively from hipbone to hipbone, branding every inch of her skin with the heat of his touch. With a gentle push, he had her on her back on the mattress.
“Sometimes it takes an event like the one we just went through to make us realize the one person who is most important. You’re my person, Daddy.”
His brow furrowed in thought. “You’re my person, too, little fox. You’re the heart of me.”
The doubts that always plagued her reared their ugly heads. “There’s a lot about me you don’t know, Daddy.”
He didn’t bat an eye or hesitate even a second.
“I know you, babygirl. And the things I don’t know, you can show me.
” He lowered his body to cover her, bracing his weight on one elbow.
“The truth is, I don’t care. It doesn’t matter what has happened in your past or who is chasing you.
You’ve shown me who you are in here—” he tapped a finger on her chest right over her heart— “every day for six months. The rest, we’ll work out. ”
She fought against the parts of her screaming that he didn’t know what he was talking about. Telling her to run away, disappear again, and start over. But not this time. This time, she fought against those voices and won. This time, her heart had decided to stay.
Her Daddy seemed to have overcome his struggle for control.
Something inside wondered if she could make him lose it again, but in a different way.
Could she make him lose control for her?
Could she push him to take all that power and channel it into something much more pleasurable for both of them?
To make the awful things that had happened disappear?
Only heroes take bullets for other people the way he had done for her. She had her own personal Superman fighting to make her safe. Now she wanted him so bad she could taste it. So, why not?
Without warning, she leaned up and caught his lower lip between her teeth. Wanting more, she sucked his lip into her mouth and nipped.
His breath hitched, which made her smile. She’d surprised him. Good.
She released his lip, but only so she could kiss him properly, putting everything she could into it. She wasn’t what anyone would call experienced at taking charge in situations like this.
A dark, hungry rumble rolled from the depths of his chest, vibrating straight through her bones before settling in her core.
He pulled back, staring down at her with the same need consuming her. “How long has it been since you were with a man, Foxy?”
Before she could answer him, his large hand clamped over the curve of her ass, fingers digging in just enough to own her as he dragged her slowly, deliberately to the middle of the bed, claiming every inch of the journey.
She didn’t want to waste time talking, especially not about the past. A distraction was called for.
Her hands seized his jaw, pulling him in as hard as she could. She crushed her mouth to his again, this time plunging her tongue deep, devouring the heat of him.
His fingers twisted tight into her hair, yanking her head back with raw, delicious force until sparks of heat flared across her scalp and raced down her spine.
“I asked you a question, little girl,” he growled against her exposed throat. “Now answer Daddy.” His voice sounded like gravel and lust.
The good girl in her wanted to obey. Yeah, the good girl could be in charge next time. Right now, her inner bad girl was calling the shots.
A reckless, molten urge surged through her. A craving to push him. To taunt him. To see exactly how far he’d let her take this. Its ferocity shocked her. She’d never once let this hidden, hungry part of herself loose… until him. Now she wasn’t sure she could cage it if she tried.
“Who cares?” she breathed, defiance and desire dripping from every syllable.
His eyes narrowed. He closed the last breath of space between them, dropping his voice to a dangerous, velvet rasp. “You want this to happen, little fox?”
She nodded, slow and certain. Hadn’t she already shown that with every shuddering inch of her body?
“My greedy girl wants all of me.” The words scraped out, lower and darker, laced with raw promise.
A hot, delicious shiver of warning tickled down her spine. She met his eyes anyway.
“Yes,” she whispered, the single word drenched in surrender and reckless hunger.
“Then when I ask, you answer me, little brat.”
A sly grin framed her wordless answer.
His brow arched, slow and dangerous. The silence stretched between them like a taut wire ready to snap under the weight of her defiance. The grin he gave her then held no humor.
“No?” A low, wicked hum vibrated in his throat. “That’s a choice. But no worries if your lips won’t give me answers, I’ll just take them from your body.”
In one ruthless tug, he peeled her pants down her thighs, taking her panties with them and baring her completely.
Before she could catch her breath, his hands fisted in her sweater and dragged it up and off, leaving her all but naked and trembling under the hungry blaze of his stare.
Soon, he had divested her of her bra and panties as well.
The cool air licked her bare skin with a teasing tongue.
He remained fully clothed, snow-dampened denim and cotton clinging to every hard line of him.
The contrast burned through her. She lay exposed, helpless in the best way, held high in his iron grip.
Her trembling thighs clenched against the rough fabric at his hips.
Friction sent sparks straight to her core as he pinned her there, owning every shiver.
“Feel like answering me now?”
Even the good girl inside her was shaking her head now. The need to find out what he would do next was a deep ache, throbbing at the apex of her thighs. “No,” she said, her voice failing her so the words came out in a whisper.
“Good.” His slow smile was anything but reassuring. Without another word, he ran his hand down her body.
She jumped when he reached between her thighs. “Wh-what are you doing?”
“Answering the questions myself, babygirl.” He slid one thick finger inside her, and she lost her ability to breathe. “You are soaking wet, naughty girl.”
And just like that, she detonated. She hadn’t even realized she was close to orgasm until the pleasure ripped through her core. Her eyes flared wide as her every muscle locked in stunned ecstasy.
But he wasn’t done. He traced a slow, wicked circle deep inside her, and her back bowed hard against him. The pleasure was too sharp, too perfect. And it had been too long. Her body trembled on the glittering edge of surrender.
“That response makes me think it’s been a long time, little fox.
Now, unless you’d rather feel my palm on your ass again instead of having more of what you just had, tell me how long it’s been, Foxy.
” He rasped the threat, his voice thick with dark satisfaction as his fingers stroked deeper, deliberate and unyielding. “Don’t make me drag it out of you.”
She definitely wanted more orgasms.
“Six years. Well, six years and four days, but who’s counting?” The words tumbled out in a breathless rush.
His fingers froze inside her. It took all she could do not to rock against his hand.
He frowned. “You haven’t been with anyone since Lonzo?”
Her husband had been her first and her last partner. She’d been a virgin when she married. And since she hadn’t been comfortable making love in Lonzo’s parents’ house, she only made love twice in her life. How pathetic was that?
His finger began stroking her again, derailing her train of thought. Thank god.
Trace dragged his fingers through her with maddening, languid strokes, savoring every clench and shiver. “Poor neglected babygirl… starving for her Daddy’s touch all this time, weren’t you?”
She had. God, she had, for far too long. Which was why a raw, desperate “No!” tore from her lips the instant his hand slipped away, leaving her empty and aching for more.
Her thought of violent revenge stalled when he started removing his clothes. At the sight of him, words failed her. He was… he was so beautiful, the way a mountain was beautiful—rugged, dangerous, and wild. Although long, hard, and thick would work, too.
His palm flattened high between her breasts and shoved, toppling her back to the sheets with a gasp.
The gasp soon melted into a helpless moan when he hooked her thighs over his shoulders and sealed his hot mouth over her core.
One slow, possessive lick and she shattered.
The orgasm crashed through her in powerful, blinding pulses.
She barely registered the thick stretch of two fingers sliding deep inside her, pinning her to the bed as he devoured every tremor, until she was nothing but a slick, trembling mess.
Pulling away, he grinned. “Foxy, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship.”
If she’d had the breath or the brain power, she’d have scolded his arrogance. As it was, she sighed, “Amen.”
He barked out a laugh, but then his mouth was on her still throbbing pussy again with the same blissful results.
If he kept going like this, she’d pass out before she was able to return the gift he’d given her. She tapped his shoulder. When that didn’t get his attention, she grabbed his ears and tugged.
“Hands off, babygirl. We are taking our time with this. I want you to be wet, relaxed, and ready for me. I’ll tell you when it’s time.” He brushed his lips across her inner thighs, his breath tickling her as he spoke. Then he ran his tongue back up slick folds, straight into her clit.