Page 17 of Finding Out

“You weren’t here.” The honest words flew from my mouth. “And I needed you to come back.” Time slowed down as my gaze locked on her lips, full and soft. All I could focus on was how they would taste. How she would taste.

Her lips parted, and she inhaled sharply. Though she was still poking at my chest, the contact was lighter, as if she was considering pulling away.

Holding my breath, I stared at the digit, praying she wouldn’t.

“You leftStonehengefor me?” The words were barely a whisper.

The moment was too big for anything but the truth. “I didn’t even think about it. All I could think about was you.” All the good intentions I’d clung to for years were so far gone I couldn’t even see the dust of the trail they left behind.

For the space of a couple of heartbeats, I got lost in her wide, dark eyes. The air around us thickened, and when she flattened her palm against my chest, a shiver worked its way through me. Slowly, her hand crept up my pec, causing every muscle in my body to lock. Like the finest silk, the tips of her fingers danced along the skin of my neck. She zeroed in on her thumb where it sat against my pounding pulse point. Every beat pulled me deeper into a lust-filled haze. One that sucked her under too as she shifted an inch closer. Without my permission, my hand clutched her hip and my thumb slipped under her soft white sweater.

As I brushed the soft skin at her waist, her breath caught. “This is a bad idea.” The words were barely audible.

“This is a bad idea for so many reasons.” I dropped my forehead to hers, desperation clawing up my throat. Having her this close, her skin to mine, loosened the knot in my chest. There were tons of reasons why she shouldn’t be mine. My daughter, her parents, our working relationship. I should have stopped this. I should have felt guilty that I needed Wren in this way. “But I don’t give a shit about any of them.”

She lifted her chin. Our breaths mingled. Our noses brushed. Our lips were so close I could feel the heat of her mouth against mine.

“Tom.” The way she whimpered my name shredded the last string of my control.

“If you don’t want this, then stop me now,” I begged. I’d lost the strength to hold back any longer. The only thing I cared about more than my need for Wren was Wren herself.

Holding my breath, I backed off a fraction, searching her eyes for an answer.

“I want this so badly.” With that, she closed the distance and pressed her mouth to mine.

The second our lips met, an inferno lit inside me. Normally a kiss was a kiss. But with Wren, it was branding. A permanent mark on my skin. On my heart. I cupped her cheek and took control of her mouth, running my tongue along the seam of her lips, demanding her to open for me.

She whimpered, but I swallowed the sound down. Instead of giving into my control like I expected, she pushed back. Tangling her tongue with mine. Matching my fervor. Claiming me as much as I claimed her. The power she wielded made my cock throb.

“Less clothing,” Wren mumbled against my lips.

I stepped back, releasing her. “Then you better take some off.” Running my tongue over my lower lip, I savored her taste. “I want to see you.” I dragged my gaze down the column of her throat, over her breasts, then reached out, letting my finger trail the path my eyes had taken. “I want to see the tits that have been teasing me for far too long.”

I toyed with her nipple through the fabric of her sweater and bra, causing her to suck in a sharp breath. Then I let my finger trail lower.

“I want to see all this smooth skin.” I moved along one hip, then slipped my finger between her thighs.

Heat radiated through her pants, her body quivering. Pride swelled in my chest at how easily I elicited a reaction from her.

“Then I want to see this pretty pussy glisten for me.” I slid both hands up her sides now, pulling her sweater with me. I tossed it to the side, and at the sight of white lace, a deep ache throbbed inside me. She was all smooth skin and fierce, needy eyes. Wren was beautiful and young and entirely too good for me. But damn, I wanted her anyway. I gripped her wrist and tugged her along with me toward the bed. When my legs hit the mattress, I stopped. My hands itched to hold her breasts, tease her, play. But instead, I cupped her cheeks and claimed her mouth one more time.

Savoring the press of her lips to mine, I slowed my movements, tangling my tongue with hers, building a fire between us with each spark. I slid my hands to the slope of her neck, letting my fingertips brush against her skin, then dance along her collarbone. Wanting the desire to build slowly in her system, I kissed my way down her throat and over her breasts and stomach until I dropped to my knees in front of her.

Swirling a thumb along her ankle, I lifted her foot to remove her shoe.

Chin tucked to her chest, she arched a brow. “Most men don’t like to be the one on their knees.”

I fought the smirk twitching at my lips. “Mostboysdon’t want to be on their knees, Wren.” I reached for her second shoe. “You’re not dating boys anymore. Now you’ve got a man who knows what it is to treasure something priceless.” I ran my hands up her outer thighs to her waistband and teased my thumb along the hem until she shuddered. “And don’t mistake my position for submission.” Angling forward, I brushed my nose along the apex of her thighs.

Her whimper and the scent of her arousal spurred me on and made me throb. My cock was pulsing painfully in my pants, but I refused to rush this. Not when I’d waited years for this moment. More thananything, I wanted to give her pleasure over and over until she fell back, exhausted and sated.

Slowly, I unzipped her pants, then lowered them. When I’d tugged them off completely, I pushed her back onto the bed. At the sight before me, I lost my breath. White lace against her tan, silky skin, black hair spread along the white comforter. I was looking at the most vivid of fantasies.

My body throbbed, but it was my chest that froze me in place. The tightness that I’d been fighting against for so long released. Even in a moment that my cock was trying to beat its way out of my jeans to get to her, just seeing her in front of me settled me.

“You’re fucking beautiful, baby girl.”

Her mouth quirked up on one side. “So are you, Daddy Wilson.”

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