Page 36 of Scorched King

He didn’t hesitate again, this time trailing kisses down along my spine, until he reached the waistband of my pants. His fingers curled around the thin fabric and peeled it slowly down. I shuddered at the image I knew he saw.

The thong I wore did nothing to hide the red and puckered skin there as well. Not much of my backside had been missed in the fire, and despite the skin grafts, it was still a mess.

Not that I could focus on that now. Those thoughts vanished as his scorching caress sent my mind spiraling in an entirely different direction. Each spot his fingers grazed seemed directly connected to my core, making the ache there intensify with every passing second.

Our harsh breaths mingled in the air around us, heating the room and creating a symphony of sound that I would dream about later when I was alone again.

“Fuck,” he bit out, sounding more animal than man. Whether it came from anger or desire I couldn’t tell. Not that it mattered in the moment. I only wanted him to never stop. My head hungforward as the sensations he created took complete control of my mind.

If nothing else, he was proving, step-by-step, that my life hadnotceased the day of that fire. That it was still possible to be attractive and desired.

“Touch yourself, baby girl.”

Every muscle in my body jerked at his new command. My brain froze. I even questioned if I’d heard his words correctly, or if I wanted them so badly I’d conjured them in my mind. “Wha?—”

“You heard me.” His lips resumed their path from the base of my spine to the lower curve of my ass.

Part of me thought maybe I should say no, but then the other questioned why. Why say no to the man I couldn’t get out of my head no matter how hard I tried? Giving in one more time wouldn’t hurt.

But it would. Because no matter what I did, he’d never be emotionally available.

At the same time that thought went through my head, his hands wrapped around the back of my thighs and his lips moved even lower. My eyes widened. Oh my God. He’d gone past the point of my injuries. I bit my lip to hold back my moan, but nothing could prevent its escape.

A noise sounded from him that I couldn’t quite describe. One part growl, one part hiss. Either way, he stood once again to his full height where I expected his arms to wrap around my waist and stop this from happening. I was wrong.

Instead, he kept going, sliding his fingers along my arms until his hands rested on top of mine, he then grabbed my right handand pulled it down, placing it on my pussy with his staying on top. “Do as I ask.”

This time the intensity of his demand brooked no argument. I either did as I was told, or I made him stop. Those were the only two choices I had left.

And I didn’t want him to stop.

With his hand still steadily resting on top of mine, I slipped my fingers inside my panties and swiped a finger through my slit. I sucked in a breath at what I found. I wasn’t just wet, I was drenched.

“Wet, right?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck.” The word came out on a snarl, but I couldn’t tell what it meant. Was he upset? Disappointed? I didn’t know what to expect here. This was nothing like the past. It seemed more intimate.

But like that sanity robbing first kiss when he’d been drinking. It was as if he needed a crutch to lower his inhibitions to allow this to happen. That night it had been alcohol, tonight it was guilt…

God how I wish we could go back to that night and start over. Things could have been so different. Or I could have stayed away…

Maybe then my heart would have stayed intact.

“Stop trying to figure out what to do and just listen,” he drawled into my ear. The deep, dark tone of his voice was more than enough to make me come. It was the stuff of every erotic dream I’d ever had about him.

“Yes, sir,” I said, half serious-half mocking. He was the boss after all.

“One of these days that sass is going to earn you a spanking. And since I’m the one itching to give it to you, I’m going to do it right.”

“Is that a promise?” I further teased. I didn’t know what was wrong with me, but I couldn’t seem to help it. He’d drawn something out of me I hadn’t felt in a very long time, and it was actually his fault. He’d called me baby girl and flipped some kind of switch I’d forgotten about and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Maybe I should’ve been embarrassed. I’d called him Daddy earlier. But the second the words had left my mouth, and I saw the way he looked at me…

I wanted it again.

I wanted to behisbaby girl.

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