Page 58 of Saving Sophia

She’d been through a lot. I burned to protect her, but I needed to maintain control. The guy in me wanted to dive in and explore every inch of her delicious body on the spot, but the Daddy in me knew I couldn’t do that when she was still so vulnerable.

She hadn’t said where that locket she clutched came from, and I was pretty sure it wasn’t her fucking neglectful father. But when she asked about calling me Daddy, besides sending me over the edge with desire, it also told me there hadn’t been a Daddy in her life before me.

She was still holding back about the attack in L.A. too. I needed a lot more info on that. I needed to build her trust. Show her she could tell me what happened. Show her she didn’t have to carry it alone.

She shifted slightly on the bed, pulling her legs up and squirming under her towel. I watched her, enjoying the view.

“I’m naked,” she whispered, sucking a corner of her bottom lip under the edge of her teeth.

“You’re perfect,” I whispered back. I wanted to peel the towel away and have her truly naked. I wanted to touch her skin and kiss the perfect breasts she trusted me enough to show when getting into the bath, but I wasn’t going to rush her.

She smiled at the compliment, her eyes taking a quick trip up and down my body. She gasped when she saw my dick’s reaction to her nakedness.

“See?” I said.

She let out her cute little hiccuppy laugh and turned away, cheeks pink. “Are we going to …” She squirmed as her words failed her.

“I have some questions that need answers.” I paused, studying her. “But there’s time. We can take another step if you’re ready.”

She looked up at me with those rich, dark eyes, the beginnings of trust lighting a fire. “I am.”

If she was ready to follow, I needed to be ready to lead. “Good girl, show me.”

Her brow furrowed; her eyes blinked as she thought through my request. She plucked at the towel’s edge, teetering on the edge of a decision. “It’s wet.”

“Sounds uncomfortable,” I answered. I held out a hand to take it if she was ready.

She wiggled on the bed, opened her mouth, drew a big breath, and pulled the towel away, putting it in my hand. I tossed it aside and soaked her in, memorizing the arch of her knees and the slope of her calves.

“So fucking perfect,” I murmured, the sight of her laid out on my bed heating my desire to a fever.

Her legs were long and slightly askew, her toes clenched. Because she was on her back, her stomach dipped flat, the little curves accentuating her hip bones, and her breasts rested heavily over her near-panting chest.

I dropped my knee onto the bed beside her, forcing myself to move slowly, easing next to her. “I want to touch you.”

She sucked in the corner of her lip and bit down with her pretty little white teeth. Her head nodded. Her eyes watched every move I made. I stretched onto my side and propped up my head with my hand. I stroked her cheek. She pushed it against me, her skin soft, seeking my touch.

“Close your eyes,” I instructed. She pressed her eyes closed tightly, scrunching up her nose.

So cute.

I dragged my fingers across her furrowed little brow, pressing gently against the ridges. “Relax.”

She inhaled deeply, her hands fidgeting at her sides before going still, her face relaxing.

“That’s better,” I crooned. “Now, tell me what feels good.”

“That feels good,” she mumbled as I drew my hand down from her face to trace along her collarbone and down her arm. I made the strokes feather light, so she had to concentrate to stay connected.

I eased my hand onto her stomach, two fingers tracing the bottom edge of her breasts, loving that smooth curve. The tingling sensation against my fingertips as I stroked her skin made my dick harder than I thought possible. She whimpered then arched her back.

When I found her hip, she let out a soft little moan. Her knees pressed together, so I leaned down and kissed her neck, whispering, “Let me in, baby girl.”

Her legs relaxed apart, and my fingers crossed her thigh, sliding downwards. “Do you like that?” I murmured.

“Mmm,” she hummed in answer.

“Tell me.” My finger found her sensitive skin, teasing her open, tracing her folds, slick and soft. “Tell me what you want.”

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