Page 115 of Guardian Daddy

Plus, she wasn’t exactly sure what to do.

A small grunt of exasperation escaped her as she tried again.

“What do you want, baby?” he whispered.

“I don’t know what I’m doing. I want more. I want to try putting my tongue into your mouth, but I’m unsure how to do that.”

“I’m going to help guide you, all right? If you need to pull away, I’ll let you go immediately.”

“All right.”

He placed his hand on the back of her head and drew her down to his mouth. He stopped, though, when she was a few inches shy of his lips.

“Ethan,” she groaned. Arousal was making her antsy. She needed more. She needed him.

“Shh. I just wanted to tell you that you’re so beautiful. I was so scared today, thinking that something could happen to you.”

She relaxed. “I was concerned when he kept crashing into us. But I wasn’t scared.”

“You weren’t?”

“I knew you’d keep me safe.”

He groaned. “Fuck, baby. You don’t know what your faith in me does to me.”

“Does it make you feel good?” she asked.

“So fucking good. It makes me hot. It makes me want to kiss you until we both forget where one of us starts and the other ends. It makes me want to claim you as mine.”

“That’s . . . all that just because I believe in you?”

“All that because you believe in me. Because it shows you trust me. And it feels so fucking good. You make me feel like I can do anything.”

In her mind, he pretty much could.

Which meant that she trusted him.

It also means you could be hurt.

She tried to ignore that thought. It seemed that she’d spent most of her life trying to avoid being hurt. And the way she’d done that was by shutting everyone out.

But was she happy?

The short answer was no, she wasn’t happy at all.

“Now, I’m going to kiss you, baby. My precious, beautiful girl.”

As soon as he finished talking, his mouth was against hers. And this was far different from her tentative, searching touch.

This was pure command. He explored her, but none of his touches were hesitant. He didn’t seem to be worried about scaring her in this moment.

And strangely, she wasn’t feeling uncertain or shy.

Perhaps because he wasn’t allowing her to feel that way. Ethan was in complete control, which meant she could simply let go.

So when his tongue brushed the seam of her lips before he tugged at her lower lip with his teeth, she gave in to her need and opened her mouth.

His tongue slid into her mouth.

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