Page 22 of Seducing Daddy

I stared at her, then burst out laughing. “Well, I can remedy the first bit.” I wrapped my arms around her waist and smothered her lips with mine. “There, another kiss for you. Will you let me feed you now?”

She had me wrapped around her delicate little finger. “Oh, all right. Consider it an early Christmas present since I didn’t buy you anything,” she agreed.

When the dishes were done, we walked down the hallway toward the guest rooms, much like we had her first night here, only this time, there was no one in the house but us. With every step we took toward our rooms, my cock grew more swollen. Like an air mattress that might soon pop from over-inflating.

The sexual tension in the air was so thick I could cut it with my little pinky. I caught her wrist in my hand, and she came to a halt. Facing me, she was so small next to my frame. It pleased me to know I could toss her over one shoulder and carry her as far as I needed. “Jolene, you don’t have to be 100 percent sure of something to try it out. You know? It’s not like I’m going to hold you to something you want to escape. I’m not here to trap you. It would be the greatest present anyone has ever given me if you’d let me do my best to please you.” This time, the silence just about killed me as it strung out like a rubber band between us, with each of us holding on to an end, pulling it to the point of snapping.

She looked down at her feet, rocking slightly in place. “I’m afraid, Rex.”

“Yes,” I affirmed, clearing my throat, the international get-it-together move used by men all over the world. “I can tell. It’s written all over you, and I’m going to ask you to tell me why. If you’re ever ready, just know I’ll keep your secrets. It’s a required skill in my line of work, you know?”

She smiled, scraping her hand through her hair. “I guess you can come inside.”

I took both of her hands in mine for a moment.

She stipulated, “But there can be no staying overnight.”

So even if we wound up having breakfast together, she wasn’t ready to let me into her bed.

“I’ll take what I can get,” I said. “And be very grateful for any of it, since it’s more than I could ever ask for.”

Jolene closed her eyes and took a calming breath. I gave her a kiss as tender and light as a snowflake drifting across the sky.

It hit me suddenly, the realization that, despite my purely male selfishness, I was missing something here. “Hey, you’re under no obligation to let me touch you because we’re offering you a place to stay. Please tell me you don’t think so.”

She waved my concern away. “No, not at all. You and your mother are so kind. I know that you’re being good, for goodness’s sake. That none of this”—she swept her arm towards the guest room door—“is tit for tat.”

Unexpectedly, I was now the fearful one, and she was reassuring me. She rubbed her palm up and down my bicep. “Don’t worry, Rex. I’m perfectly capable of saying no when I mean it, and I wouldn’t have taken you up on your offer if it weren’t something I’d already been thinking of.” Her eyes held a gleam, and she pressed her open lips to mine.

She unlatched the door and walked in, taking a seat on the bed. “Why don’t you come over here? Let me touch your shirt so I can tell you if it’s boyfriend material.”

“Have mercy, baby girl.” The words left my lips of their own accord, seeing her bounce slightly on the mattress, eager to discover what happened next. “I want to play with you.” I took a seat by her side. “Are you going to let me?”

She lifted her chin, exposing her neck to me, and my fingers tingled with the need to stroke her. I was desperate to erase all the distance between us. To shatter her every fear that kept us apart. But, for now, it was time to put her needs first. It was so obvious what she longed for—what she lacked, and I was here for it.

I took off her shirt and tugged the straps of her bra down to her elbows, effectively pinning her in place. My angel’s breath hitched, and I knew this was right. I didn’t have to ask her, but did so anyway. “You want me to stop?” I blew warm air over her nipples, which thrust invitingly toward my mouth. “Just say the word. Tonight, you’re in control, baby girl.”

There was a hint of fire in her eyes, and it encouraged me, but not as much as seeing her trembling hands move toward the zipper of her jeans. They came off, and I removed her undergarments, noting the spot where they were soaked, which encouraged me even more. I plumped the pillows for her and patted the one in the center of the bed, indicating she should lie down on her back to give me better access. My hand reached for the apex of her thighs, and I marveled at the difference between our bodies. Jolene’s skin was like silk, completely hairless, begging for me to stroke and pet her as my hands traced the contours, purposefully avoiding the place between her legs which made lust burn in my brain until I could think of nothing else.

No prayer, no meditation, no litany other than making her mind me, no matter what it took. She didn’t realize I owned her yet. The pull between us, the ease we felt in each other’s company, was such that I knew I wanted her around all the time. I woke up in the morning thinking about Jolene. Went to bed at night preoccupied with her during the hours when my mind should have been filled with God. She raided my every thought, and in each moment, I prayed.

Only for her.

That my maker might cause my angel to long for me in equal measure—so badly it hurt to breathe.

I cupped her breasts in my hands and placed a kiss on each of her nipples, now tight from my touch. I squeezed and caressed them gently at first, then rougher when tortured moans squeezed past her lips and delicious shudders traveled over her curves, which were more than a match for any man, let alone a not-so-humble servant of God. I nuzzled my way up to playfully bite her earlobe, dragging my mouth across her neck, breathy and hot between the kisses I placed like devotion. My tongue probed at one rigid nipple again, rubbing the other one none too gently between my fingers like a prayer bead.

She brushed the hair out of her face and watched me with an intent look. My fingertip traced the outline of her lips, and my mouth swooped in to steal a kiss. It was a brazen kiss that held nothing back, and I hoped to set off a sharp, wild need in her, to make her eager for me to explore her with my tongue. I trailed a line of kisses along her collarbone, to the hollow of her throat, and licked a path between her breasts. Descending to her belly button, which I circled with my tongue, her natural perfume was doing things to me I couldn’t resist.

I needed to push her knees up and wedge myself between her thighs. Fill her with my erection, and strip all the fear away, leaving only an insatiable desire for me and nothing else.

Tonight was not a night for selfishness. This evening, the clouds would break, and angels would appear, embracing us in their wings as soft and tentative as the fine line between good and evil.

My heart broke into a thousand pieces beholding a being so heavenly on this earth, her aura a warm-gold, shining with a light that was impossible to resist. Certainly, I could not, for above all else, I was merely a mortal male.

I reached down for that most womanly and secret part of her, finding her wet and ready. My fingers dipped inside her, scooping up her arousal, watching her as I sucked it off of my fingers.

Fucking delicious.

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