Page 52 of Somebody to Save
Beckett
“Areyou sure I can’t help clean up?” Addison asked for the third time, sitting on the kitchen island and swinging her legs lightly against the counter. She was eating the cake directly from the container, because although I’m a decent cook, baking wasn’t my forte. So instead of making the world’s worst Italian cream cake and ruining her favorite dessert for her forever, I bought one from the bakery down the street.
“No,” I said for the third time. “I want you right where you are.”
“If you say so.” She took another decadent bite and moaned around the fork, which I was immediately jealous of. “Dinner was amazing, and you got my favorite cake. Keep this up and you’re going to spoil me. I’m going to expect this all the time.”
Shaking my head, I dropped the last of the dishes in the dishwasher and started the cycle.
“You should expect this, Bubbles. And doing so doesn’t make you spoiled. This is how you should be treated.”
She set the empty container next to her on the counter and licked the remnants from the fork. She dropped that into thecontainer, too, and then turned her playful, green gaze on me. Two quick steps, and I was standing between her legs, tugging her to the edge of the counter and tasting the cake from her lips.
She moaned into the kiss and braced her hands on either side of my face, her palms scraping against my stubble. “A girl could get used to this treatment,” she muttered against my mouth.
“I hope you get used to it.”
“But I’m not a very good cook. Unless you want me to craft something for you, I’m not sure how to repay the favor.”
Pulling her even closer to me, she gasped as she poised precariously against the edge. My hands wrapped around her hips, and I smiled as her eyes went wide.
“You owe me nothing in return, baby girl. Your presence is enough for me. It’s all I ever need.”
A pretty blush flushed her cheeks, and she slipped her bottom lip between her teeth as she glanced down and let her hands drop to my chest.
“Well, that’s sweet, but I have a different idea.”
“Mm-hmm…tell me.”
She licked her lips, and I could see the thoughts flitting behind her eyes. I tightened my hold on her hips, and my cock stirred behind my pants just having her so close.
“You’ve tasted me, but I haven’t tasted you,” she said simply, and I groaned.
God, she was so fucking sweet. Dirty talk and asking for what she wanted were new to her, but she found the most adorable ways around it. Even sweeter, though, was when those depraved words finally did slip from her plump lips.
“You want to suck my cock, baby girl?”
She nodded, but that wasn’t good enough for me. Wrapping a hand around the side of her neck, I ran my thumb over her lower lip and pressed it into her mouth. The little tease slipped her tongue against me, and all the blood in my body shot south.
“Say it,” I instructed through clenched teeth. She closed her mouth around my thumb, slipping farther down it until her lipswere pressed against my palm, and I could feel the back of her tongue.
My jaw worked as I held myself together and resisted the urge to tug her off the counter and push her to her knees in front of me.
When she pulled back, she grazed her teeth across my skin, and my mouth dropped open. Yes, that. That’s exactly what I wanted around my cock.
She sucked in a breath and let my thumb go with a pop. Her gaze was steady.
“I want to suck your cock, Daddy.”
With a growl, I lifted her into my arms and strode through the living room and down the hallway to my bedroom, the first door on the right. I kicked it open with my foot and stopped in the center of the room. Before I let her down, I planted a searing kiss on her lips and reveled in the feeling of her arms around my shoulders and her legs around my hips.
With one final, lingering kiss, I released her. She slid down my body and landed on shaking legs.
“Take your sweater off,” I instructed, and she immediately complied. She tugged the cream sweater off over her head and dropped it on the ground next to her. In only a pink lace bra, I glanced down at her pink skirt. “Skirt, too.”
She unzipped it from the side and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it and moved it to the side with her foot. Her pretty panties matched her bra, and I cupped my pounding erection through my pants.
“Stay right here,” I instructed.
