Page 215 of Mountain Daddy
“Tell me, Baby.” His lips brush against my neck with every word.
And I shouldn’t go there.
I shouldn’t let myself pretend it’s like it was before.
But it’s Luther.
And he’s here.
And I like doing what he tells me to do.
“I hear you, Daddy.” I whisper itsoquietly.
Barely more than a puff of air.
But I feel Luther harden against me.
His muscles. His body. His… It’s all hard.
One hand slides up my spine to cradle the back of my head. “That’s my good girl.” He holds me to him. “My perfect girl.”
My.
Everything isn’t just okay. Not after one night.
But I never stopped caring for Luther.
Never stopped…
I swallow.
“You have to go.” I flex my fingers against his back once, then drag my hand around to his side.
Luther pulls back enough to look down at me. “Go back to sleep, then text me when you wake up.”
I roll my lips together and nod.
The hand on the back of my head moves to the side of my neck. Then he holds me still as he leans in and presses his lips to my forehead.
My stomach clenches, and I narrow my eyes on him.
He pauses as he pulls back. “What?”
“That’s playing dirty.”
His eyes move to my forehead. Then he leans in and kisses it again, his lips lingering longer this time.
His exhale dances through my hair, then he rolls away from me and out of bed.
I watch him.His body.
Luther’s muscles bulge as he crosses the room. His abs contract as he bends to pick up his clothes.
I continue to watch as his large hands work their way through his shirt buttons.
And I feel envious that he looks so damn handsome moments after waking up.
Fully dressed, I expect him to put his ear to the door or to ask me to step out and see where my dad’s at. But he strides back across the room.
