Page 46 of Desperate Needs

Only Connor had ever encouraged that kind of response from me. I mean, I was a big girl, but he made me feel utterly feminine with his lusty glances and dirty mouth.

“No,” I confessed. “I-I soaked my panties on the way to meet you for dinner just thinking about what I wanted for dessert, Daddy.”

His dark eyes heated. Lids lowered, he growled that sexy deep sound I loved to hear.

“What is it you want for dessert, Clementine? Tell me.”

“You. I want you,” I said, hoping to goad him into action.

Connor’s growl rolled through him, shooting lightning bolts of lust straight to my needy sex.

He was so damn sexy. Standing before me like he was in total and complete control. Like he was unbothered by the naughty little secret I just told him.

It was enough to make a girl doubt herself, but the hard rod behind his pants told me he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

Thank fuck.

I moved closer, pressing my body to his, and I rubbed myself on him. His chest rumbled, and I moaned.

I was so fucking there for that. For his over-the-top maleness. For him, period.

This man made me wild in a way I’d never experienced. I never got this hot for anyone else.

Not ever.

He made a tsking sound and shook his head, the corner of his mouth quirked, and backed up a step, putting space between us. I bit my lip at the loss, and a chill swept through me.

The physical pull I felt towards Connor was unrivaled. It was like pure animal attraction. My body ached and throbbed.

I felt my breasts swell and my sex clench on nothing, desperately waiting for him to fill me like I knew only he could.

Anticipation made me so goddamn needy.

It was something I might never admit to in the light of day. But there was no way I could deny it.

I couldn’t lie or pretend I wasn’t completely turned on by him. That I wasn’t standing there wet and aching for this man.

Breathless.

Panting.

Desperate for his touch.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Clementine. Walking around Manhattan in this state all by yourself? Oh, Darlin’, I am gonna have to teach you a lesson.”

“What? Why?” I asked.

My mouth dropped open. I was suddenly scared he’d stop and walk away from me. Even worse, I was scared of what I would do to get him to stay.

Anything. The answer was anything.

“For getting wet and prancing around from the city to the restaurant without me there, that’s why,” he said, cocking his head and staring at my heaving chest.

My nipples got harder, and I squeezed my thighs together, hoping to ease the ache.

“Sorry, Daddy,” I whispered, and I could almost imagine what I looked like.

Eyes half-closed and lust glazed.

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