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“Dixon? You have your Wranglers on,” I giggle before leaning into his bare chest.

Fuck, it does feel good being nestled up against him.

“I need to keep them on a little longer, I don’t want to scare you off quite yet.” His words vibrate into my spine and resonate through me.

I don’t think there’s anything he could do that would dissuade me now.

He cups the water and lets it drizzle over my arms while his lips work across the nape of my neck.

“You asked me why? Because you love your little girl with ferocity. That’s how every child should be raised, knowing their parents would do absolutely everything to make sure they arenurtured and cherished.” He reaches down and spreads his palms over my lower belly so I’m completely surrounded by him. His thighs hug my hips and I can feel his bulging crotch digging into my lower back.

“But the best part—” His voice drops into a low rumble. “—is every time I make your beautiful body swell, we’ll both know how hard I made you come to do it.”

Heat burns through me at his words. As if to emphasize himself, his fingers slip under the water and beneath the edge of my panties to find the slick slit of my pussy.

Chapter 22

Dixon

Her nails dig intomy knees when I touch her clit for the first time.

She knows what I want now, and she didn’t ask me to stop.

In fact, she drops her head against my shoulder, turning her sultry lips to drop feathery kisses along my Adam’s apple.

Those fucking moans of hers vibrate through me with every slow stroke of my finger. I’m growing addicted to those soft noises, the simple sound of pleasure rippling through her.

I need more.

One day, I’ll have her where she can scream to the world, and not have to worry about waking a sleeping toddler.

I’ll build her a house with a sound proof master suite, and a mirror so she can watch herself writhe in ecstasy.

Because as I gaze over her supple body undulating against me, I feel almost selfishly guilty that I’m the only one truly seeing her for what she is.

Mine.

The steaming water begins lapping at the rim in rhythm with her shuddering hips. I want to feel every inch of her. Sliding my other hand up her wet chest, I push her bra away to finally hold her full breast.

Brushing over the tight bud of her nipple brings another little gasp.

I could get off just from the breathy whimpers she makes.

With faster strokes, I make her pelvis buck against my palm.

“Show me,” I murmur into the shell of her ear before teasing the delicate lobe with my teeth. “Show me what you look like when you come.”

I pinch her pebbled nipple hard before plunging two fingers deep into her clenching pussy.

She digs into my arm as she arches her body from the cooling bath, her throat works in knotted cords, strangling back a cry while she spasms against my chest.

Fucking magnificent.

“That’s my girl. Ride it out.” My thumb strokes her swollen clit, milking her climax out into a series of shuddering waves.

Char falls limply against me, her belly rising and falling with her ragged pants.

“Dixon, please.” Her fingers work their way behind my neck until her nails rake embers across my scalp. “I need you.”

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