Page 60 of Off-Limits Daddy
He didn’t speak right away. Knowing him, it was because he was turning something over in his head, choosing his words the way he always did when it mattered.
“Then don’t,” he said finally. “Come with me.”
That pulled my gaze. “Where?”
He leaned in, voice low. His beard brushed just behind my ear. He didn’t touch me, but I felt him anyway, the way his presence curled around mine.
“Somewhere I can hear you say what you really want.”
A shiver ran through me.
I nodded, throat too tight for words.
We slipped away from the booths, weaving past the edge of the crowd. Cael caught my eye across the lawn and gave me a small, smug grin.
Daddy’s hand found the small of my back.
Then we disappeared into the dark...
NINETEEN
ARI
Daddy’s truck was parked two blocks down, half tucked behind the firehouse, shadowed beneath a wide oak. We didn’t speak as we climbed in. Didn’t even look at each other for the first mile of the drive.
I felt him though. Every glance he stole. Every movement of his hand on the gear shift. My heart punched at my ribs like it was begging to be let out.
His house sat on a quiet stretch just beyond the edge of town. Lights glowed in the windows, porch empty.
Inside, nothing had changed. The framed photos still hung in the hall. I remembered his mom’s voice calling from the kitchen. The way I used to race Sage across the lawn. Back then, Daddy was just thismythic thingI wanted to orbit. A grown-up I thought was cool. A hero.
Now he was the man I wanted towreck me.
He shut the bedroom door behind us and locked it. I turned, heat buzzing just under my skin.
Daddy didn’t touch me yet. Just stared—hungry. Like he was trying to figure out which part of me to start with.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“You,” I breathed. “All of you.”
That was all it took.
He came for me in two strides. One hand curled around my waist as his mouth crushed against mine. My body lit up. I gasped into him, fingers clutching his shirt, hips already rolling toward his.
“Bed,” he muttered against my lips.
I backed toward the bed, chest heaving, heat crawling under my skin. Daddy followed, peeling his shirt off in one fluid motion. My mouth went dry at the sight of him—solid muscle, inked skin, the cut of his jaw as he stared me down like I was something he was about to ruin.
“You said all of me,” he said, voice like gravel. “That really what you want?”
My heart thudded against my ribs. “More than anything.”
Then I sank to my knees.
His breath caught. Just for a second. His stance shifted with the sharp drag of his exhale as I brought my hands up and traced the front of his jeans. He was already hard. Thick and straining against the denim.
I looked up at him as my fingers found his belt.
