Page 26 of The Contractor's Rose
And I purred?—
“Daddy.”
FOURTEEN
GAVIN
The moment she saidDaddy,it was like a spark ignited something deep inside me—wild, urgent, impossible to ignore.
A switch flipped. A visceral need clawed its way to the surface like it had been waiting all this time for her to unlock it.
My grip tightened on her cheeks, not enough to hurt, but enough to make sure she couldn’t look away. I needed her eyes on mine. I needed to see what I already felt burning between us.
“What did you just call me?” I demanded, voice rough with need and disbelief.
Her eyes flickered with a mix of shame and hunger. “I …”
But I cut her off with my mouth.
I pressed my lips hard against hers, swallowing the words before they could ruin the moment. The kiss wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t soft. It was every bit possessive, demanding, like I was staking a claim on every inch of her.
My hands slid from her face down around her back, pulling her flush against me. My cock was rock hard, pressing and aching against her thigh. There was no way she didn’t feel exactly what she did to me—how she’d already undone my control.
“You have no idea what you do to me, Rose,” I growled, voice thick. “You’ve got me twisted, aching for you.”
She trembled against me, breath hitching, and I knew I wasn’t the only one losing control here. Her body was already answering mine—helpless and eager.
“Daddy is going to take care of you,” I promised. “Right here, right now, sweet girl.”
Those were the magic words. Rose practically turned to putty in my hands. She was soft and warm and I could feel the wetness spreading between her legs, soaking into my jeans.
God, I wanted her so badly—wanted to taste her, touch her, make her mine in every filthy and holy way.
This was crossing every line I’d drawn for myself.
But I didn’t care.
Not anymore.
I let my lips trail slowly down her exposed chest, planting soft, possessive kisses over every inch of her heated skin. Her skin was flushed, goosebumps rising under my mouth as I worshipped her inch by inch.
Her breath hitched and she rested back on her palms, giving me full access. Offering herself to me like a gift I hadn’t earned but would spend the rest of my life honoring.
My hands gripped the edges of her sundress, fingers brushing the soft, delicate fabric. My voice came out low and commanding. “Lift for me, sweetheart.”
She obeyed, lifting just enough for me to slide it down.Her hips were delicate and soft, and when the dress slipped away, revealing the thin lace of her panties, I damn near groaned. Her curves were a map I wanted to memorize with my mouth.
I kissed my way lower, trailing a featherlight path down her stomach, savoring the softness beneath my lips.
My fingers traced lazy patterns over her skin, slow and teasing, making her shiver with anticipation. When I reached the soaked fabric of her panties, I pressed a teasing lick to the center, tasting the mess she’d left for me.
Her eyes fluttered open, the lust spell broken just enough for vulnerability to slip in.
“No one’s ever … done that before,” she whispered, voice trembling.
I looked up, catching the mix of fear and desire in her gaze. “Can I be your first? Savor you like it’s my last meal?”
She bit her lip, cheeks flushing, then breathlessly muttered, “Yes, Daddy.”
