Page 73 of Undone

She didn’t speak, and neither did I. I let myself sink into her touch, a fleeting moment I wished could stretch longer, but the pull to face her was impossible to resist.

I flipped around, taking in how stunning she was, even after just waking up.

She was still rumpled from our night on the couch, her eyelids heavy, her cheeks faintly flushed. Beautiful. Too damn beautiful.

“Morning,” she murmured.

I couldn’t help but grin. “I’d say it’s a good morning.” I threw her a wink.

She smirked, her lip caught between her teeth. “Yeah, I guess so,” she replied.

That smile undid me, and I leaned down, giving in to the restraint I couldn’t seem to hold on to when she was around.

There was a moment of hesitation—both of us caught between wanting this and questioning it. But then, slowly, we surrendered to the kiss. I reached up, my hand cradling the back of her head, my fingers threading through her hair.

My other hand slid down her backside, smoothing along the gentle curves of her body. Her body moved against mine, a silent answer to everything I wasn’t saying aloud. She whimpered, a sound so undeniable.

There was no hesitation now, no second-guessing what this was anymore.

It was her. It was now.

And it was impossible to stop.

My hand slid lower, gripping her ass, firm under my palms. She moved against me, her hips bucking, and I pulled her up, her legs wrapping instinctively around my waist.

She rocked against my cock, her small frame held tight to me. A moan escaped me before I could stop it.

“Take me to your bed,” she said, brushing my lips.

I paused, pressing my forehead to hers. My eyes searched hers, wondering if she really wanted this.

“Now,” she demanded. But just then, Walker let out a whine. “Walker, bed,” she added firmly. With a reluctant huff, he retreated.

I shook my head, my tongue darting across my bottom teeth.

Adjusting my grip, I moved quickly, hooking her legs securely into my arms.

She laughed, caught by surprise. “What are you doing?”

“Exactly what you told me to,” I replied, already moving, her laughter following us down the hall. “Before I fuck you in my kitchen, peach.”

I walked across the house, her chuckling in my arms. I kicked my door open, grateful my daughter was still with my dad so I could have Noah exactly how I wanted her.

Under me, on top of me, I didn’t give a fuck, but in my bed, moaning my name.

I laid her on the bed and crawled over her.

“Take off your clothes. Now,” she said, surprising me.

“That’s the last order I’m taking from you,” I said as I removed my shirt, tossing it to the floor.

She blushed and nodded.

After removing my sweatpants and boxers, I crawled over her body. She stared at me, unblinking.

“Dorian…”

“Let me make you feel good,” I said, peppering kisses up her body.

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