Page 211 of Broken Daddy
“Stupendous, huh? Going to be hard to top stupendous.” He licked his lips. “Damn, I want to do that to you all night, every night. You taste delicious.”
Dear Lord.
Was he trying to kill her? She knew she’d gone red again. Surely, she didn’t really taste delicious. Right?
“Are you . . . are you going to . . . maybe I could touch you now?”
She’d been a very good girl and hadn’t moved her hand at all. Of course, she thought she’d proved it would be pretty difficult to edge her.
Although maybe now that he’d taken the edge off . . . she was hoping that wouldn’t happen every time he put his tongue on her clit.
“You look tired.” His gaze studied her tenderly.
That look on his face was something she’d never thought she’d see directed at her. And she lapped it up.
But she didn’t have time to really enjoy it, because she didn’t want him stopping and she figured that was what he was going to say next.
“I’m not. I’m really not. I need you inside me. Please.”
He eyed her skeptically.
“Please. Don’t stop now. I need to know what it’s like with someone who cares about me.”
“All right, baby. You can touch me now. But don’t hurt yourself. Understand?”
“Yes. Yes. Please.” She ran her good hand over his shoulder and down his chest. She played with his nipple before running it lower.
He was so powerful. It amazed her how much thicker and stronger he was than her.
Sliding down the bed, she wrapped her hand around his shaft. She stroked him carefully, not wanting to hurt him. Then he shifted his weight to reach down and place his hand around hers.
“Move it faster, baby. Squeeze harder.”
She followed his directions religiously. All she wanted was to make him feel as good as he made her feel.
“Am I doing it right?” she asked.
“Baby, I don’t know how you could possibly do any better than this.”
Satisfaction filled her as he slid free of her hold and reached over to grab a condom out of his bedside drawer.
“You have condoms in your drawer?” That seemed odd. He’d told her that she was the only woman in his life since May died.
“Yeah,” he said gruffly. “Donovan gave them to me when we got home, the asshole. But they are going to come in handy.”
She couldn’t believe that Donovan had given him condoms.
But thank God he had. Because she hadn’t even thought of protection.
“I’m not on the pill,” she told him.
“It’s okay, baby.”
“I could be, though. I mean, if you wanted me to be.”
He kneeled, staring down at her as he rolled the condom onto his cock. “I know I like to be in control, but that isn’t something that is my decision. Or not fully my decision. That is something you need to decide and then if you want to go on birth control, we can do some research into what is safest. All right? But we won’t do anything that puts you at risk. If I have to wear condoms for the rest of my life, that’s what I will do.”
“Unless we have children, right?” she asked.
