Page 50 of My Best Friend's Dad

I stopped in my door and leaned against the frame, looking at the beauty waiting for me on my bed.

“I had hoped I’d find you waiting for me here, baby girl.”

CHAPTER 12

Jenna

His voice rattled through me, husky and deep and growly. I sucked in a breath, my eyes jerking toward the doorway where he was waiting. For a moment, he just stood there, and I let my eyes feast on the sight of him.

He was leaning casually against the doorframe, but there was nothing casual about the way he looked. He was dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans, but on him, they looked like they were made to fit every contour of his muscular body. The t-shirt hugged his broad shoulders and sculpted chest, the fabric stretched just enough to hint at the power beneath. His jeans were perfectly fitted, showcasing his strong legs and trim waist.

His dark hair was mussed, adding to his effortlessly rugged appearance, and his emerald eyes sparkled with a mixture of mischief and intensity that made my heart skip a beat. The stubble on his jawline gave him a rough, dangerous edge. But there was a gentleness in his gaze when he looked at me, a warmth that somehow softened his tough edge.

My eyes traveled down his body, taking in the way his muscles moved beneath the fabric as he shifted slightly. I swallowed hard, feeling a rush of desire that was impossible to ignore. He was all raw power and barely restrained energy, and right now, he had eyes only for me.

I liked that.

“Can’t you just be gentle with me?” I whispered, my voice rising with panic as he took several steps in my direction.

He didn’t respond, at least not right away. Instead, he strode over to me and lightly grabbed my upper arm, pulling me up so that I was standing in front of him. He gripped my chin and angled my face upward so that I could look directly into his eyes.

His green irises were barely perceptible around his dilated pupils. He looked hungry, ravenous even.

Like he wanted to devour me.

And I couldn’t deny that I wanted the same.

He cocked his head and lowered his mouth to mine. He kissed me gently, our breath mingling in a soul-stealing kiss that made my heart pound in my chest. When he pulled back, he angled his head and grazed his teeth along my earlobe.

“No. I’m not going to be gentle with you.”

I pulled in a shaky breath.

“You’d be disappointed if I was,” he continued, before he bit down on my ear, causing a delicious volley of pain to course through me.

It hurt, but fuck, I didn’t want him to stop, because deep down I knew he was right.

I didn’t want gentle. I wanted it rough.

A soft moan slipped from my lips and his answering chuckle caused my body to vibrate. His lips pressed against my throat, trailing kisses down my neckline all the way to my exposed collarbone.

Fuck. It felt so good.

He slipped one spaghetti strap off my shoulder before he repeated his kisses on the other side. He pushed the other strap down too and the dress plummeted to the floor.

I was completely naked before him.

The air was cool against my skin and goosebumps rose in its wake. He looked me up and down, his eyes feasting on the sight of me.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured, which only made the heat rise to my face.

Then his hands closed around my waist, and he tossed me on the bed. In a fraction of a second, he was on top of me, gripping one wrist and then the other before he pinned them in place over my head.

All of a sudden, I heard a click, and I looked up over my head to see that he’d closed a pair of leather cuffs around my wrists.

I was trapped. I tried pulling my arms down, but the cuffs held my hands firmly over my head. They were tight around my wrists, not tight enough to hurt, but enough to keep me under his control.

I hated that I loved it.

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