Page 10 of Unwrapping His Naughty Secret

The question is felt as much as it is heard.

“More,” I whisper back, and I barely get it out before he tilts my head to the side, slants his lips over mine, and licks into my mouth.

Wild, glorious heat sparks inside me at the first stroke, shooting dizzying fireworks throughout my whole body.

I don’t know what I was thinking someone else’s tongue would feel like against my own, but this is better than anything I could have imagined. This is…incredible.

Panting, I clutch at him and kiss him back, licking deeply into his mouth, swallowing his groans.

He releases my hair, his hands sliding down my body and into my open coat and under my shirt.

At the first delicate swipe of his fingers on my waist, I gasp and then giggle.

“Ticklish?” he asks.

“I guess so,” I breathe.

“Is this okay?” He firms up his touch, his thumb dragging against the bottom of my rib cage. This time, the reaction isn’t that fluttery panic, but a deep, warm sizzle.

Oh. Oh yes.

“Mm-mmm,” I say as I catch his lip between my teeth.

He groans.

And when he slides a thick, muscular thigh between my legs, I take it that he likes the biting, so I do it again.

He pushes his tongue into my mouth, down my throat, and I get it now. I get why people make out in the library stacks and on the couches in thecommon rooms.

I get why people abandon their studies to do nothing but kiss, because I want to kiss this man forever and ever, and then at least a dozen times more after that.

His leg feels so good between my thighs. So very, very good.

I tip my head back, almost slamming into the brick wall, but he’s got me. One of his hands immediately snaps up to cradle my head.

Plus, he tells me he does, and I believe him.

“I’ve got you. Daddy’s got you,” he breathes against my neck, and that’s so electrically perfect I know it’s okay that his other hand is moving up under my shirt, his thumb tracing small circles on the underside of my breast.

I tremble at the exploration, straddling the line between tickling and caressing.

My nipples pull tight, aching for that touch to be a little higher, a little harder.

His kisses trail down my neck to where my pulse is going a million miles an hour at the hollow of my collarbone, and then hegroans into that spot and I feel it, I feel it in the matching throb against my hip.

He wants me.

He’s not just giving me a kiss. This man…this man…he’shardfor me.

And I’m riding his thigh like a cowgirl.

We’ve gone right past kissing to…

Is this second base?

I don’t even know, but I like it, whatever it is.

“More,” I beg. “Please, Daddy.”

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