Page 78 of Protector Daddy

“Mine now.”

“Yours.” He nipped the other tight tip as he circled my clit with his broad thumb, teasing me while his gaze roamed my face. “How do you want to come?”

“Fast.”

His chuckle rumbled in his throat as he slid down my body and tugged down my waistband with his teeth. “As you wish.” He drew them down my legs and tossed them aside, spreading my thighs eagerly as if he was about to dive in headfirst.

And that was exactly what he did, clamping his strong hands around my upper thighs and hauling me upward until he could explore me exactly as he pleased. From front to back and all over again, his lips and tongue and fingers driving me out of my mind.

I quivered around him, under him, my hips bucking helplessly every time he speared his tongue deep.

He groaned against me, tasting every drop, the gleam of wetness on his overnight scruff one more thrill as he came up for air. And when I grabbed his face and dragged him up so I could feast on his mouth, my own taste on his lips made me nearly feral. I scraped my nails over his scalp as I bucked against him, the thin material of his boxers between us annoying me.

I knew full well what I was doing but it didn’t stop me from twining my legs around his hips and riding up against his length until he knotted his fingers in my hair and drove me back into the pillows.

“Honey,” he gasped as if he was trying to force some sense into me.

Too late. I was too far gone.

Some part of me felt wild, reckless. Desperate to make him mine. Not that this would do it. I wasn’t that stupid. But I needed him. Needed to know he was crazy for me in a way he’d never been for someone else, as silly and ridiculous as that seemed.

I needed to be wanted beyond all reason. No matter what that meant.

“You don’t want this,” he insisted as I yanked down his boxers.

“I do. I want you. All of you.” I lifted my mouth to his and he poured himself into his kiss, filling me up in a way I craved like air.

His hunger for me was the most seductive drug. I wanted more, more, more. I didn’t want to ever come down from this high.

“You have all of me. And while I’d give you anything you asked for, I’m not giving you this.” Gently but firmly, he gripped my hand and drew it away from his length. “You’re just feeling possessive. I get it. But I’m not going to let you ruin your future on a momentary whim.”

“Ruin my future? That’s what you think of it as?” I knew I was pouting. Playing a game I couldn’t win.

Some childish, spiteful part of me wanted to taunt,what if my future is already ruined?

But I’d never be that cruel, especially after what he’d gone through with Reagan. More than anything, if I was pregnant, I wanted him to see our baby as a gift. A second chance. Not to replace his first daughter because he would have a future with her too, God willing. But a chance to do it right from the start with ours.

If that was what was meant to be, and that remained to be seen.

“No. Of course not. But I want you to have every possible option.” He lifted my hand and kissed my knuckles. “And if we someday make that choice, we’ll talk it out beforehand, not do it just to prove something.”

“What does it prove if you don’t wear a condom other than I really want to feel you bare inside me?”

He tipped back his head on a long groan. “You are supremely terrible, do you know that?”

This whole conversation proved one thing for sure. I was being a selfish brat who should be telling him what I suspected might be true already instead of making him demonstrate something he shouldn’t have to.

He’d told me he loved me already. He showed me he loved me in a million different ways every day. I hadn’t even given him those words yet.

Chagrined, I pressed my face into his throat where his sharp citrus scent was strongest. A refreshing reminder of exactly who he was—and who he wasn’t, even if that meant he had to tell me no. I loved him more for it. “I’m sorry. I’m being a brat.”

“Glad you said it so I don’t have to. Though shit, why did you have to putthatin my head?” Roughly, he kissed the top of my hair. “I should flip you over and make you pay for your sins.”

My heart started being faster. “Please? Can you?”

He laughed unsteadily. “You undo me, Honey.”

“Does that mean I’m not going to pay? I really feel like I should.”

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