Page 94 of Driven Daddy

I flipped my hand to hold onto her hand as I made the bend toward her place. The ancient oak was wide and dark as a specter, beckoning me to turn onto her lane. Spooky and yet comforting in a way that only I understood. I’d always beendrawn to the dark. Even as a kid, I’d lived for the long nights of winter.

The drawings that came out of me were more darkness with only the barest hint of light.

Was it any wonder Rita drew me so completely?

We were still quiet as I inched up the drive to her cottage. When I opened the door, the night was more like summer with only the barest hint of crispness. I went around and opened her door, easing her out from the low-slung sports car.

Instead of heading to the cottage, I urged her up to the lookout and shifted her in front of me to wrap my arms around her. The moon shimmered on the placid water and the wind kicked up her silky soft hair to tease my chin. I lowered my face into the curve of her neck. “Can I stay?”

She tipped her head to give me more access, which I took full advantage of. I sipped from her skin, tasting the salt of the day and perhaps a hint of the tears she’d shed so spectacularly. The memory of them soaking my shirt, watching them roll down her cheeks to track down her neck, had all but killed me.

“Let me show you that you’re not alone, Duchess.”

“We’re all alone in the end.”

“You don’t have to be.Wedon’t have to be.” I turned her in my arms. “There’s never been anyone like you in my life. I want to see where this goes. Take a chance on us.”

She lifted a finger to my mouth, teasing the tip of her nail along my lower lip. “Why would you want to be with me?”

I lightly bit the tip of her finger. “Why would I ever want to be with anyone else?”

I couldn’t read her green eyes in the dark, but I could still feel the sadness coming off her. The darkness fit us, and I needed to show her that I’d always be there for her.

The idea of it—hell, the truth of it—became a shiver down my spine.

I’d never needed someone until her.

Never thought I’d be the kind of guy who found anyone who fit me like she did. I often was lost in my own damn head and forgot to be present for people. I had a feeling she knew what that was like and maybe even shared the intense link with her art like I did.

I drew her toward the sliding door to the cottage, waiting impatiently for her to unlock the door. When she dropped her bag and reached for the light, I stilled her hand. “Don’t.”

“Okay,” she said quietly.

I led her up the stairs, our fingers linked. The house was quiet save for the sound of the water through the open windows on the top floor. We undressed just as quietly, her eyes glittering in the moonlight that came through the French doors.

I lifted her, setting her on the duvet much like the last time I was here.

But this time, I wasn’t in a hurry.

This time, I took the time to worship her with my mouth, with my fingers, even with the soft bristles of my beard until she was writhing under me. She arched up as I drew on the tight tip of her breast. Her taste rose like a fever in my blood. Her hands sank in my hair, holding me to her as she got lost in me.

As we got lost in one another in the dark.

We rolled, both of us vying for dominance on the bed. Through it all, there was only the sighs and groans of pleasure. Until I slipped inside of her, shock holding me rigid.

“Duchess…”

She clasped her legs around me for a moment before she buried her face in my neck. “Drawer.”

I almost wanted to sayfuck it,but as with all the men in the Cove, we’d been reminded over and over just how easy it was for mistakes to happen. Even if a part of me whispered that it wouldn’t be one with her.

But I reached for the drawer and eased out of her to wrap my cock, then I was back inside.

And her sighs were mine, just as much as the sweet clasp of her body. I swallowed every cry until they were a part of me.

I rolled until she was above me and my heart lurched as her body was bathed in that moonlight. I sat up, wrapping around her as I thrust up inside of her again and again. My abs screamed, but I couldn’t stop.

She looped her arms around my shoulders as I scraped my teeth along her neck, feeling her wild pulse under my mouth. It matched the insane thrum inside of me and the incredible clasp of her body accepting me into her.

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