Page 224 of Broken Daddy
“He would never harm you or any woman on the ranch. If you need anything and I’m not around, you can go to him.”
Right. She’d have to be brave to ask that man for anything.
“You sure you’re okay about the party, baby?” He cupped her chin, tilting her head back.
Shit. Was she?
She’d gotten excited at the idea but now . . . it sounded daunting. And then there was her face. Her hand moved up to her cheek, but he drew it away with a frown.
“You are beautiful. Scar or not. And everyone will love you.”
“Why? Because you’re going to tell them to?” she joked.
But he was serious as he nodded. “I will.”
“Hayes! You can’t do that!” she cried as a roar of thunder hit. She jumped in fright.
“Why not?”
“B-because that’s not the way things work. You can’t make people like me.”
He just raised his eyebrows. Oh, he was terrible.
“It won’t mean anything if they’re made to like me. I just want them to like me for me.”
His face softened. “Of course they’ll like you for you. It would be impossible not to.”
Devi turned so she was straddling his lap. She could hear the rain against the roof of the porch, but she was cozy and comfortable where she was. She cupped his face with her hand. She wasn’t very experienced with sex and had yet to initiate anything with him. She’d let him make all the moves. But right now, she wanted to kiss him. Badly.
So she leaned in and brushed her lips against his. A soft moan escaped her and she ran her tongue over his lips. It didn’t take long for him to kiss her back, to take over.
But she didn’t mind. She liked when he seized control. During sex, anyway.
Other times, she needed to find a way to get him to ease up a bit.
He cupped her breast. She wasn’t wearing a bra. They were too much of a nuisance with her hand. He then pushed his hand under her top and toyed with her nipple as his other hand squeezed the back of her neck.
“What’s this then?” he asked. “Does my baby girl need me?”
“Always.”
He moved and she let out a small noise of protest as she realized he was going to carry her inside. “Out here. Please.”
His gaze narrowed. “It’s too cold for you.”
“You’ll keep me warm.”
She thought he was going to protest, but his face softened. “You’re right. I will.”
He cupped her face, kissing her. This time his kiss was filled with hunger. Another moan escaped her and she found herself moving against him, trying to find some friction against her clit.
“My baby wants to come doesn’t she?” he murmured.
“Yes,” she murmured. “I do.”
He lifted her off his lap and she let out a protest. Reaching out, he put a finger against her lips. “I don’t have anything on me for protection.”
A noise of frustration hit her. “I want to go on birth control.” So then he could take her wherever and whenever.
