Page 84 of Don't Call Me Daddy
“No,” I answer immediately because the only thing that could scare me about Leo is missing the chance to be with him, of living my whole life with the regret of not listening to my entire body, which is screaming and begging me to sayyes.
“I won’t coddle you, and I won’t give in to your bratty demands for attention?—”
“I don’t want you to.”
He shakes his head, like he’s frustrated that I’m being so agreeable, like he wants me to say no and make the decision easy for him. “I will punish you when you act out, but I’ll only push you as far as I know you can handle …”
“I know that. I trust you.” My words come out in a whisper as a rush of adrenaline soars through me, lighting me up with excitement.
“Fuck. Why do you have to be so goddamn perfect?” he grunts, blowing a heavy breath through his nose. I feel it on my neck, and I shiver at the rush of warmth.
My legs fall open, begging him to touch me. I hear him stifle a groan just as a hard yank pulls the fishing rod, jolting me forward with it and startling us both.
“Holy shit … I think …”
I tighten my grip to keep it from flying away, but suddenly, the tension is too strong.
Leo quickly jumps in, shaking the cobwebs of lust from his brain and grabbing the pole to hold it steady. “Looks like you got a bite.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Ivy
“You look ridiculous.” I laugh as I attempt to wipe the mud from his face, but only manage to smear it in his eye.
Leo winces and tries to wipe it with the back of his arm, but it’s no use; he’s got mud on top of mud caked all over him.
“Well, if you had listened and watched where you were stepping, maybe I wouldn’t have needed to break your fall.”
“You should’ve seen the look on your face. I think you slipped in slow motion. I think it took you an entire minute to finally hit the ground.” I hold my side as I double over laughing. “You looked like a cartoon character running in place.”
“I’m glad that my self-sacrifice amuses you. Next time, I’ll let you eat the mud and spare myself. Hell, maybe I’ll even take a video so I can enjoy it again and again.” Leo wraps an arm around me, pulling me into his cold, muddy torso, and I squeal, pretending to get away from him.
“No, you won’t.” I poke him in the ribs, and he jumps. He’s much more ticklish than I anticipated. “You don’t have a mean bone in your body, especially when it comes to seeing me hurt.”
He presses a kiss to my soaking wet hair, his lips lingering a little longer than usual, as if he’s savoring the feeling of finally being able to touch me. “You’re right about that. I’ll throw myself over every mud puddle I come across if it means you don’t get a speck on your shoe. Now, help me get this door open, will you? Before I make an even bigger mess.”
After I reeled in my fish, the rain started pouring so hard that we could barely see. Of course, Leo wouldn’t let me help him paddle, saying that I’d only slow him down. He insisted on rowing us to safety, instantly going from dangerous and flirty back to his rigid protector self, which seem to be Leo Kingsley’s only two speeds.
I help him shuck off his mud-soaked boots and place them in a neat pile by the door. If I’ve learned anything from staying here, it’s that this man is a neat freak, and he’d never be able to relax, knowing there’s a mess strewn about.
A pile of soggy clothes lands beside me with a loud thwack. When I glance up and see Leo stepping out of his soaking wet pants, I nearly combust right there.
Nothing could’ve prepared me for the image of this sexy-as-sin man, shirtless, nearly pants-less, with that dusting of hair across his broad chest, which is built to perfection. He’s exactly how I envision a man to look. My cheeks heat as I remember all the things he said to me before the clouds opened up and decided to quite literally rain on my parade.
He pushes his pants down to his feet and steps out of them, his erection tenting beneath the black boxer briefs, and my mouth actually waters from the sight. This man is built like a fucking Greek god, and I don’t know how he’s managed to stay single for so long. What is wrong with the women around here? One look at that sculpted chest, and I am absolutely feral.
My eyes catch on the crescent-shaped scar on his thigh, and I reach a hand down to trace it. “I haven’t seen this scar before. What happened?”
He catches my hand, bringing it up to his lips. “I broke my leg when I was a kid. Compound fracture. It hurt like hell.” He plants a gentle kiss on my hand as his eyes darken with need. “Is that really what you want to talk about right now? Because I sure as fuck don’t,” he growls as his eyes drop to his massive erection, a bead of pre-cum already leaking from the tip that’s sticking out above his waistband.
I lick my lips, remembering the way he tasted last night as my pussy starts to throb with desire. Holy shit, this man is going to absolutely destroy me, and I can hardly wait. My lack of response and deer-in-headlight stare at his dick is the only answer he needs.
“Shower. Now,” he grunts, pulling me up to him before his lips find mine. His soft lips cover mine in needy kisses as he fists a hand in my messy, wet hair, pressing us closer.
I begin stripping off my own wet clothes, our lips only breaking apart long enough to pull my shirt over my head. He pushes my shorts down to my feet, and I toss my shirt behind me, leaving a trail of soaked clothes in our path as we kiss our way through the hallway. So much for my attempt at a neat pile.
“Fuck, I’ve been dreaming of this moment for so long. I can’t believe this is finally happening.”
