Page 28 of The Contractor's Rose
I gasped, my fingers finding their way into his hair. “God, Gav?—”
“No, baby.” He cut me off, low and rough. “Daddy. Say it.”
His words unlocked something in me. Something terrifying in howrightit felt.
I bit my lip and whispered it, soft but certain: “Yes, Daddy.”
His breath hitched. It was as if those two words were the red flag needed to unleash the caged bull inside him. He groaned low in his throat and dragged his mouth back to my center like a man possessed.
His tongue was set on a path of destruction. My destruction. Sure, I had experienced orgasms with the help of the trusty internet, books, and toys. But it only took a few quick seconds for me to realize that no pink-colored, rose-shaped toy would ever be enough after having Gavin Miller between my thighs.
He groaned into me when I cried out, and the sound and vibration alone almost pushed me over the edge. I couldn’t stop moving, my hips chasing the press of his mouth.
My body burned. I didn’t know it could feel like this—like flying and falling and shattering all at once. I was shaking, my back arching off the counter, toes curling as he held me on the edge, pushed me higher, coaxed me into something devastating.
Gavin could tell the moment my orgasm peaked, moving one hand up my stomach to pinch and massage one of mybreasts while the other pressed against my lower belly, causing me to completely and utterly fall apart.
He didn’t move right away. Just kissed my thigh softly, again and again, grounding me while I tried to remember how to catch my breath. Whispering praise against my skin.
“Beautiful girl,” he praised. “You’re perfect and you did so good for me.”
He pulled back just enough to look up at me, lips glistening, eyes dark and wild.
I sat up and reached for him with shaking hands. He came willingly, rising to press a soft kiss to my lips—so different from before.
This kiss wasn’t about possession. We both knew he already owned a part of me.
It was aboutcare.
He wrapped me in his arms, strong and warm, tucking my head under his chin as he cradled me against his chest. I felt so small there. And safe.
His heart was pounding. So was mine.
Neither of us said anything for what felt like the longest minutes of my life.
But the words burned on my tongue.
I have to tell him.
My chest tightened. I’d almost said it earlier. Almost told him the truth about what he was really getting himself into.
I swallowed hard and leaned back just enough to look up at him. His dark blue-grey eyes were softer now, searching mine like he already knew something was coming.
“Gavin,” I said softly, voice shaking. “I … I need to tell you something.”
His brow furrowed but he didn’t pull away.
“Okay,” he said gently. “Talk to me, sweetheart.”
I hesitated. My nails curled lightly into his shirt, making me realize that I was practically naked on the same counter where he might eat his meals while he was fully clothed. “It’s just … before we go any further, I think you should know that I’ve never … I mean, I haven’t ever?—”
He stilled, his arms tightening just slightly around me.
“You’re a virgin,” he said quietly. Not surprised. Just … certain.
I nodded, eyes burning, shame starting to creep in until he caught my chin in his fingers and forced me to meet his gaze.
“Look at me,” he said softly. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”
