Page 42 of Driven Daddy

As if he imbued his tongue with everything I’d ever wanted and never experienced. Intimate in ways that left me feverishly incapable of stopping this.

I should be.

He was a stranger.

Hell, I was a stranger to him as well—but it didn’t matter just then. Not when his hand firmed at the small of my back as if there was even a millimeter of space between us, then he slid his knee between my legs like a puzzle piece I never realized was missing. The skirt of my dress was loose and gave him plenty of room to move in.

I let him.

Dear God, did I let him.

My breasts tingled at the firmness of his chest. The cashmere of my dress created a delicious friction with the cotton of his dress shirt. My fingers twisted in his belt loop as I practically rubbed myself along him like a cat.

“God, you’re killing me here.” He tore his mouth away.

“Mutual murder,” I said against his cheek. “Don’t stop.”

“What?” He pulled back, his eyes unfocused. “Don’t stop?”

“No.” I nipped at his lower lip. “Please don’t stop.”

He brought his hands up to cup my face—no, more like a cage. And I was fully on board with being trapped here, by him. He leaned in, his eyes still open as he kissed me with full on open mouth.

His eyes glittered in the dark—the irises seemed as big as his dark eyes in the dim light. Like the darkness was going to envelope me with him.

Fire and lust lived there.

Things I’d never witnessed when it came to me.

I’d done danger in the past, but it had been about the man. I’d just been a vessel.

This wasn’t like that.

Not when his thumb swiped gently over my cheek as the kiss spun into a cotton candy bit of fluff. The twist from hot and heady to soft left me unbalanced.

I didn’t want gentle.

It gave me too much time to think.

I was so tired of thinking.

I untwined my fingers from his belt and skimmed over to the exceptional bulge he had going on behind his zipper.

He dragged in a harsh breath as the tip of his tongue flicked over the dip in my top lip, but those dark eyes never wavered.

The lust dipped into stillness.

I wanted the fire back.

Enough that I fought with his belt, groaning when the pin finally released, and the buckle clinked against his button in the deep silence.

He kept his gaze on me even as the tips of his fingers tunneled into my hair to grip the back of my neck.

When I dipped into his jeans for him, he swallowed hard. “Are you sure?”

I grazed my nails along his thick length to find the base then wrapped my fingers around him tautly. “Don’t you want me?”

“I think that is very apparent.”

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