Page 17 of Hot Touch
“How about a coffee?” I suggested and saw something flash in her eyes before it disappeared.
“Coffee?” Her lips twitched, and her light brown eyes sparkled.
When she leaned in closer, I had to take a deep breath. Her soft scent filled my lungs. Not enough to figure out the notes but sufficient to want more. Her hand drifted to my chest, and my eyes dipped to it.
It was so small. Warm and strong. My knees wanted to buckle under her touch, and all she’d done was touch my chest. We weren’t even skin to skin. She blinked, and my eyes dropped to that pretty mouth of hers. The bottom lip was puffier, bigger than the top, but that top lip? The perfectly created little bow drew me in, made something inside of me want to lick it, suck on it. Get it nice and puffy from my attention before she wrapped it around my cock.
Fuck. Just like the night before, I couldn’t believe she was this pretty. She was stunning. Perfect.Real.A natural beauty who radiated innocence I wanted to shield and protect all while corrupting the fuck out of her.
“How about over ice?” she suggested. A sweet little smile touched the corners of her lips, and if I hadn’t been a goner before, I would have been right then and there.
“I can do that,” I promised, envisioning taking her clothes off piece by piece, running my hands up and down her body without missing an inch of skin. “I can definitely do that,” I repeated. She chewed on her lip.
For a moment, I wondered if my sweet baby girl could somehow read my mind. Like she knew I wasn’t thinking about fucking iced coffee.Maybe she does.She leaned in closer, and her hand glided up to my shoulder like a seductress.
“Or maybe we can skip the iced coffee?” Her eyes looked at me with the same longing I felt deep in my balls.
“Alex—“
“I’m going to be very honest here because I don’t know how to be anything other than myself.”
“That’s a good thing, baby girl.” I watched her swallow, but her eyes seemed to dim almost sadly.
“I like when you call me that.” She blushed like she realized she’d said it out loud.
“Baby—“
“I’m boring,” she blurted. “I’m not exciting. Not in the least.” I stilled, then my hand found its way to her hip and held her against me. “I mean, you met my sisters. Liz looks like she literally walked off a runway and saves lives as a nurse, who literally travels around the country. Jack… Jackie might be all over the place, but she’s bubbly and bright and warm. It’s what attracts people to her content and why she has enough followers on social media to get paid for it. And me…” Her voice drifted off to nothing, and my brows bunched together.
“You?” A brow rose, willing her to keep talking.
“I’m… I’m an accountant. I work from home most of the time. I hardly go out more than to the bookstore and back home. I have grandma-like hobbies and… I’ve hardly been kissed. I’ve never…”
“What?”
“Had a one-night stand.” My hands gripped her hips, and she kept talking. Blurting things as her pretty, full cheeks turned a smidge brighter with every confession. “I’ve only had sex once, and it wasn’t that great.”Once.My girl was practically a virgin.My girl.I stared at her, unable to say all the things I wanted to tell her. “I like certain, umm, things and?—“
“Things?”
“Kinks?” she shared shyly. My eyes grew large.
“Kinks,” I repeated roughly. That was the last thing I’d expected her to say. Especially after telling me just how inexperienced she was.
“Or I think I do. I mean, the books I read, I’d love to try a lot but…” She licked her lips, and everything inside of me needed to know.
“But what, angel?”
“When I met you, there was only one thing I wanted to call you. One thing that kept running through my head.” My righthand left her hip, and the tops of my fingers skimmed her arm. I loved how goose bumps flared to life beneath my touch.
“What’s that, Alejandra?” I used her full name, the tone of my voice a little deeper. Sterner.
“Daddy,” she said softly. Almost shyly.
She was such a mystery.
Alex might have thought she was the boring one, but from the moment I’d met her, she kept me on my toes. Surprising me at every turn. One moment bold and brave, and the other shy and almost innocent. Inexperienced. It spoke to this part of me I had never really explored because I’d never met the right woman. A part of myself I’d known lay beneath the surface of my very being.
Daddy.
