Page 68 of Who's Your Daddy
“That kiss didn’t count,” he whispers, his lips brushing against mine. “This is our first kiss.”
Warm and firm he presses his mouth to mine. He doesn’t rush. Each move is slow, deliberate. He explores, teasing, tempting me with the suggestion of more. One hand still cupping my jaw, he skates his thumb over my cheek. His other slips behind me, keeping me close.
I arch into him, reveling in the warmth and strength of his body. Begging for more.
After what feels like an eternity, he runs his tongue along the seam of my lips, begging for me to open.
I do just that, letting our tongues mingle and play, until once again he pulls back.
The urge to stomp my foot is strong. I’m ready to give in to it, to whine about the loss of him, when the inferno of desire in his eyes registers.
He isn’t letting me go.
Instead, he says, “Let’s get out of here.”
Chapter 22
Cal
The instant the door whooshes shut, Lola pushes me against the metal wall and then her mouth is on me again.
The perfect mouth that’s only ever punished me, taunted me, knocked me on my arse time and again, is suddenly breathing life into me. She tastes like champagne and sweet dessert. Each little whimper that escapes her is like a current of electricity coursing through me. It takes everything in me not to grind my erection against her to show her how fucking hard those sounds alone make me.
I’m terrified if I do that, I’ll break the spell that’s been set.
Thank fuck she drank nothing but soda water through dinner and ate most of her meal. If she hadn’t, I’d be worried she was too drunk to consent. I don’t want her to regret this. I don’t want this kiss to ever end.
When the door to the lift opens, I pull back so I can guide her to our room.
The moment I break the kiss, she grips my shirt and lets out an annoyed little growl. “No.”
“No?” I can’t help but grin down at her as she holds me close.
She huffs out a breath, her emerald eyes bright beneath the harshlighting. “I hate how good you feel. Hate how soft your lips are. Hate that I need to know what you can do with them.”
Her words cause my cock to harden painfully in my trousers. Licking my lips, I taunt her. “I can do many things.”
She pouts. The woman pushes her bottom lip out and bloody pouts. “Show me.”
All sense gone, I grasp her by her arse and lift her off her feet. Thank fuck I chose a gown that gives her room to wrap her legs around my hips.
She climbs me as I stride down the hallway to our hotel room, to that heart-shaped bed, and peppers kisses on my neck while I attempt to open the damn door. After three or four tries, the green light finally illuminates, and I throw it open. I charge inside, only pausing to kick the door shut, and head straight for the plush bed.
There will be zero interruptions. Not a thing will stop me from showing this woman what my tongue can do. And my fingers. And my cock.
Head buried in my neck, Lola giggles. “I can’t believe Sully got a heart-shaped bed. How are we even going to fit on this?”
With her still in my arms, arse held tight, I spin and fall back, stretching out with her on top of me.
Straddling my hips, she gasps, her eyes going wide. There’s no way she can’t feel the press of my cock between her hot thighs.
“This seems to work, no?”
She gives me a wicked grin. “So you’re saying I’ll have to stay on top of you all night?”
“I’m game if you are.” I run my hands up and down her back, then trail over the silk of her dress to her thighs.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she muses. “Sloane warned me, you know? I told her it would never happen.”
