Page 28 of Unwrapping His Naughty Secret

She moans, which I’ll take as a yes.

“You know when I knew you were mine?” I kiss her temple, her cheek, nosing at her until she tips her head all the way to the side so I can kiss her neck. “The moment I saw your profile as you strode past me up to the counter in the coffee shop. I was so fucking nervous you wouldn’t give me a second glance. I thought for sure you’d come over and realize immediately you’d made a huge mistake.”

“That’s not at all what I was thinking.” She shakes her head a little, her aroused gaze tracking my touch in the mirror.

I slide my hand under her shirt, remembering where she is ticklish, and being careful as I fill my palm with her warm flesh. “What did you think?”

“I thought,thank God I lied about my age.”

I half-laugh, half-groan. “Fuck.”

“And I still wasn’t old enough for you!” She twists away from me.

But I catch her wrists again.

We can play this game all night.

I’m smiling down at her as Iback her up against the mirror. “I don’t care about your age now.”

She gives me an uncertain look. “Are you absolutely sure?”

I press her hands to my chest. “Feel that?”

“What?”

“My steady heartbeat.”

She smiles. “Yes.”

“Cara.” I hold her gaze. Steady steady steady. “I fucked up our first chance because I cared about the wrong things. I will not make that mistake again, I swear to God. I am deeply attracted toyou. You are singular and special, and nothing is going to stop me from owning that feeling.”

She takes a deep breath. “I have to ask you something.”

“Anything.”

She swallows hard. “What if Hannah doesn’t like us together? Not evenif. Shewon’tlike us together.”

I lift her hand to my mouth and kiss her palm. “There will be a storm, no doubt. But I will be your shelter from it. She can be madatme, not you. And we’ll ride it out together. I’m not letting you go. She’ll get over any outrage she feels, and then she’ll see how I feel about you.”

Her hand curls against my jaw, her fingers stroking my cheek. “Okay.”

Now my steady heartbeat takes off at a gallop. “Okay?”

“Oh. Kay.” She exhales with wonder. “I guess I’m your Christmas present.” Her eyelashes brush her cheek for a moment before she looks up at me again, coyly this time. “If you still want to unwrap me, Daddy?”

My hands are already on her, greedy and demanding. While I kiss her deeply, my fingers find a hidden zipper down the back of her shirt and work it down, down, down, revealing a warm slice of skin bisected by what feels like a lacy bra.

She whimpers into my mouth as I work the loosened satin up over her breasts, and then release her mouth long enough to bring it up over her head.

Then I look down.

“Oh fuck me,” I groan, getting myfirst proper look at Cara’s breasts, heavy and full in a black lace bra.

“I will eventually,” she says shyly. “Although you might be doing the fucking first?”

I blink in disbelief. At the perfection of her. At the shy sex joke. At the fuckinggiftof her half-naked in my bedroom.

“Marry me,” I growl, picking her up.

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