Page 62 of Power Play Daddies
It’s a huge fucking deal.
“It’s… fine,” I manage, my voice cracking a little.
Without asking, he plucks my toothbrush from the holder and brushes his teeth like he owns the place.
His body is so close, I can feel the heat radiating off him. He leans into me, pressing me against the sink.
I gasp softly. His hips shift, and I swear I feel him harden against me.
“Thanks,” he mumbles around the toothbrush. He spits, rinses, and then presses a kiss to the side of my neck. His lips are soft but firm, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.
My brain is short-circuiting, but I manage to grab the same toothbrush—yeah, hygiene’s not a priority right now—and brush my teeth.
His hands find my waist, sliding under my tank top.
“Daisy,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re killing me here.”
I spit, rinse, and barely set the toothbrush down before his hands travel lower, cupping my ass.
“You don’t stop, you’re not getting to bed,” I say, trying to sound stern, but my voice betrays me.
“I wasn’t planning on sleeping.” His voice is low, full of promise.
He slides his hand into my shorts, his fingers grazing my clit in a way that sends sparks shooting through my body.
“Watch me,” he says, his voice a husky command.
I lock eyes with him in the mirror, his light blue gaze holding me captive. His other hand slides up my stomach, stopping just below my breasts.
“Kieran—”
“Shh.” He presses a thumb to my lips, then moves it down, tracing my jaw. His fingers find their target again, rough and deliberate.
My head falls back, a quiet whimper escaping before I can stop it.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful like this,” he says, his eyes never leaving mine. “Taking everything I give you.”
When the orgasm takes me, it’s like a tidal wave crashing over me. My knees buckle and he catches me, spinning me around to face him. His mouth claims mine in a searing kiss, all teeth and tongue and raw heat.
“Take me to bed,” I whisper against his lips, my voice shaky but certain.
“Yes, ma’am.” Instead of leading me anywhere immediately, he steps back and untucks the towel.
I blink, stunned as he unfastens the small piercing at the head of his very hard cock. My mouth waters. I want him in my mouth. Then his actions register. “What are you doing?”
He glances up, his lips quirking. “Don’t wanna hurt the baby.”
My heart twists. Three weeks. I know it’s fine, but the gesture—shit, I don’t even have words.
I just stare as he finishes, then straightens and holds out a hand.
“C’mon.”
I take it, letting him guide me to the bed. It’s not just heat in his eyes anymore. It’s something deeper.
Kieran is here, and he’s planning to stay. The pressure in my chest eases.
CHAPTER TWENTY
