Page 70 of Who's Your Daddy
As I ruck the material of her dress up over her hips and the scrap of green lace comes into view, my vision blurs. “Lola Caruso.” I paste on the smirk that riles her up so much.
“Yes?” Her tone is nowhere near annoyed for once. No, it’s sated, a smile tugging at her lips.
“Did you plan this?” Kneeling between her thighs, I shuck my jacket. The tie is next, followed by the top two buttons of my shirt.
She frowns, though the reaction is delayed, her muscles still languid. “Plan what?”
I trace the wet lace between her thighs with the back of my finger.
Her body shudders, goose bumps scattering over her smooth skin.
“These panties, Lola,” I purr. “They’re soaked and they match your dress perfectly.”
Chin lifted, she gives me a defiant look. “I like to match.”
There’s my Lola, my feisty, angry little thing. I think I’d die right here if she admitted she thought of me when she dressed this evening. But nothing with Lola has ever been easy. I’d expect nothing less than this sass.
And why would she have done it for me? The woman didn’t even want to spend the weekend with me. I’m the one who orchestrated it all. I’m the one who slowly fell for this woman, a little more intrigued with each year that passed, only to find myself hurtling into all-out obsession the moment she interacted so perfectly with my son. Burying myself a little deeper in feelings for her every time she gives me a glimpse of the real woman wearing that tight braid.
“Well, I love them. I need to see them all by themselves though.”
I tug her dress over her head and toss it to the floor.
“Cal!” she yelps. “That dress is worth thousands.”
I lift a shoulder. “I’ll buy you another one.”
Her eyes go wide. “You bought me that one.”
I smirk. “I’d buy a new one every day if it meant I could end the night ripping it off you. Now lie back, I need to see all of you.”
She coughs out a surprised laugh. “You really are a charmer.” Obediently—a total shocker—she settles back, and when her auburn hair spreads out against the pillow, I can’t come up with a damn retort.
“You’re exquisite.” It’s the only thought in my head. I’m too lost in her, too busy greedily memorizing every detail. A dusting of freckles cover her stomach and her hips, like the softest of kisses. I want to roll my tongue over every one.
“I bet you are too. Though I wouldn’t know, since you’re still fully clothed.”
Quickly, I doff my shirt and toss it into a heap with her dress.
But as I reach for my belt, she sits up and grasps my wrists. “Let me.”
With her teeth pressed to that plump bottom lip and her warm breath fanning across my stomach, she works my belt off. Rather than going for the button of my trousers next, she presses the most unsuspecting kiss to my abdominals, right beside my belly button.
The sensation is soft and surprising, pulling a laugh from deep within me.
It’s sweet. Innocent really. Emerald eyes dancing, she peers up at me. Then she presses one to the other side. “I thought of you when I picked the panties,” she admits, voice soft.
Gratification and lust battle for superiority, burning hot, rushing through my blood, erasing every insecurity that’s plagued me tonight.
She wanted this. Shewantsthis.
“Lie back, gorgeous.” I slide my trousers off, though I leave my boxers on. Then I get comfortable between her thighs.
She slips her thumbs beneath the thin straps at her hips. “Aren’t you going to take my panties off?”
Clutching her wrists, I guide them away. When her hands are splayed on the mattress on either side of her, I nuzzle between herthighs, inhaling her pleasure, reveling in the knowledge that it’s there just for me. “Not yet. I’m going to enjoy you like this.”
“But—” She bucks her hips up.
