Page 71 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
As much as I wanted Sam as soon as possible, likenow, I wanted him in my space. I wanted to wake up to him in my bed, see him all sleep-rumpled and adorable, make him breakfast in the morning. I wanted him beside me all night. I wanted his scent to permeate every inch of my home so I’d remember him long after he left.
I spun to face him. He was breathing as heavily as I was, his chest heaving. I swallowed hard once, trying to catch my breath enough to speak. “Okay, so I was all set to take you into this hotel and do all kinds of filthy things to you for the rest of the night.”
Sam’s eyes widened, and I couldn’t help my smirk.
I reached for his hand and held it between us. “But I really want to take you home with me.”
It was Sam’s turn to swallow, and I saw him weighing the pros and cons in his eyes. But after only a second’s deliberation, he spoke, and my entire being swooned. “I’d love to come home with you, Cameron.”
I just nodded, switching directions and heading for the nearest bus stop. But Sam tugged at my hand before we got far.
“Uh, Cameron, baby? My SUV’s parked this way.” I turned to see him cock his head to the left.
A wide grin split my face in two until it almost hurt. “Then lead the way.”
Chapter nineteen
Cameron
The ride home was quiet but thick with a sexual tension that permeated every sigh, every breath, every quick response to inane questions asked in our attempts to quell our nerves. I was glad Sam had thought to put my address in his phone’s map and let it guide him back to my house. I couldn’t have told him where to go on a good day, and my brain was not exactly at its most brilliant at the moment.
How could this man, my dream Daddy, possibly want me this much? How could he be so perfect for me?
The drive was simultaneously over too quickly and not quickly enough, and soon Sam was pulling into my gravel drive. Once he stopped, he sent a quick text to Alex to tell him he’d left then peered through the windshield. “Wow, Cameron, your house is adorable.”
I beamed with pride as we both stepped out of his vehicle and took in the one-story single-family home lit only by my porch light. “Thanks.” It looked even better in the daylight, but he could see that tomorrow. Now that we were on solid ground once again, I needed to get him naked. Right the fuck now.
We scrambled inside, my hands shaking as I unlocked the front door, then he pushed me up against it after it closed, his hands resting on the wood, his arms caging me in.
“Cameron, look at me.” The confident dominance in his voice and the low command in his words made my knees weak. I couldn’t resist. I didn’t want to.
His eyes bored into mine when I found his gaze. His pupils were wide, the black all but consuming his brown irises, and a shudder ran down my spine. Could I come just from this man staring me down? Right now, my dick was saying yes.
“Do you want this?”
Why wasn’t there any air in this room? I couldn’t catch my breath under this man’s piercing gaze. But I forced an inhale, begging my lungs to work. When they did, I breathed out a single word, “Yes.”
He lunged toward me as if he were a parched man dying in the desert, wrapping his strong arms around my torso and pulling my lips to his.
Oh god.
This man kissed like he was starving for it, and I was mixing metaphors, but I didn’t fucking care with his lips on mine. When we broke apart for air, Sam pulled me behind him, dragging me through my open living room toward the only hallway and into my room like he owned the place. I nearly had to run to keep up—the couple of inches he had on me had to be in his legs because his stride was hard to match—but it only served to amp up my desire for him, for this. I’d wanted him since I’d laid eyes on him, and now I would have that chance.
My lust-addled mind couldn’t figure out how he knew where everything was, but once we were inside my bedroom, he turned and leered at me. “I like the house, Cameron. Easy to find your bedroom, at least.”
At that, all my notions of him being a stalker flew out the window.
Sam was no stalker. He was my Daddy.
And he was here, in my bedroom, ready to make love to me. In person, this time. For real. I’d be able to feel his touch on my skin, caress his body as he made me feel things I suspected I’d never feel with anyone else. Things I couldn’t have felt with anyone else because they weren’thim.
God, I couldn’t wait.
He pushed me back on the bed with his hands on my shoulders, and I moaned against his mouth. The kiss deepened, and his tongue pressed against my lips, requesting—no, demanding—entrance. I opened for him. His tongue instantly shoved inside, finding mine and teasing it relentlessly. And god, I felt those butterflies in my stomach again. I never knew simple kissing could be this good.
We broke apart to catch our breath, chests heaving in unison, and I used the opportunity to scoot up the bed on my elbows. He followed me with a mischievous grin, resting the length of his body against mine when I came to settle with my head on my pillow. “This okay, Cameron? I’m not hurting you, am I?”
I shook my head. “No. But I don’t mind a little pain.”
