Page 8 of Neighbor DADDY

"Whoa," he says, "Easy, there."

"You don't think he was...?" I can't even bring myself to say it.

"I can't be sure, Kelly, but..." Cam sighs, and the puff of air stirs the fine baby hairs on my forehead. "The chance that it's the same person is too high. I'm going to stay here with you."

"What?!"

He gives me a look, his hazel eyes stern. "If this is your ex-stalker, you're in danger. I'm not letting you sleep alone tonight. You can have your bed and I'll sleep on the floor, but there's no way I'm leaving."

"Cam, that's not necessary."

"It is. And I'd be an asshole to leave you vulnerable."

His words fill my chest with longing. I look up at him, and he's still so close, so warm, so handsome … and his mouth is only a breath away.

It would be so easy to stand on my toes and press my lips against his. But would he push me away? Or would he pull me close, and kiss me back, and maybe…?

I shiver at the thought.

"Cold?"

"No, just nervous."

Cam's gaze turns serious, and he tips my chin up so our eyes meet. "I won't let anything happen to you, Kelly. Not while I'm here. I'll die before I let that man hurt you."

"Oh," I whisper, the intensity of his promise way too strong for how little we know of each other. Why does it feel like I've known this man my entire life? All of his muscles are stiff, especially his hands on my waist, but there isn't an ounce of fear in me regarding Cam. "Are you okay? You seem tense."

His chuckle is low and startlingly seductive, and I feel his fingers flex against my skin. I inhale sharply as he says, "It's just … I'll keep you safe, baby, but I've also gotta keep myself in line. You're hell on a man's nerves, you know that?"

"What?" I blink up at him, confused.

"Jesus, Kelly," he mutters, and then his mouth crashes down on mine.

I freeze, shocked, but almost immediately melt against his body and let him take possession of my mouth. Cam's lips are warm and soft, but there's a hunger behind his kiss that makes my heart race. His tongue teases at the seam of my lips, and I part them for him, moaning softly when his tongue invades my mouth.

He kisses me like he's starving, and I cling to him, kissing him back, loving the feeling of his stubble against my skin, and the way his muscles are coiled tight, as if he's fighting to control himself.

When we break apart, my cheeks are flushed, and Cam is panting, his pupils dilated and his expression fierce. "Kelly, I?—"

I grab the hem of my shirt and lift it over my head, throwing it to the side and baring my breasts to him. They're heavy and full, the nipples pebbled, and I see his throat work as he swallows hard.

"Kelly," he whispers. He cups my tits in his big, warm hands, and I sigh as pleasure courses through my body. His thumbs brush across the nipples, and I exhale, reaching out to brace myself against the wall. Cam drops his head and presses a gentle kiss to the tip of one, then the other, and my pussy clenches.

"Do you know how beautiful you are?" he whispers, his breath hot against my skin. "God, I can't stop thinking about you. When I saw you standing on the porch in that thin robe, it took all of my self-control not to touch you right then."

"Oh," I breathe. "Oh, please touch me now, Cam."

I've never done anything so spontaneous, so out of character for me, but Cam makes me want to throw caution to the wind. He came to save me the second I called, and when he touches me, I feel thingsI've never felt before. He makes me feel needy, and I know the only thing that will help is his hands on me.

The fact that I'm a virgin barely matters now, as long as his lips keep pressed to mine and his fingers keep plucking at my nipples.

"Kelly," he rumbles, breaking the connection and pressing his forehead to mine. "I want you so damned bad, baby, but I don't know if you're ready for how things will be if we fuck. I don't do casual."

"I'm not asking for casual."

He groans, and his fingers still work my breasts, making it hard to think. "It's more than that. I keep what's mine, and if I have you, I'm not letting go. You're going to be my baby girl, and I'd be your daddy. Every time we're in bed, or on the floor, or with you bent over the couch, that's what I'd expect you to call me. Understand? That's what I'd need from you."

I’m stunned, and it takes a second for me to find my words. "You're serious?"

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