Page 22 of Warming Up Coco (Santa Daddy)

“I couldn’t hate you because I loved you… Daddy.” I couldn’t stop my reaction if I had a gun put to my head.

My mouth crushed hers while my hand cupped the back of her head. I didn’t ask her to open her mouth for me. I plundered and conquered. Deepening the kiss. A deep guttural sound escaped from me, and I forced her to swallow it. But she didn’t push me away, didn’t pound on my chest to pull away.

No, not my sweet Coco.

Coco kissed me back.

Giving as good as she got while her own hands moved from my chest to the back of my head. I felt her fingers in my hair tugging on the short strands, making me hungrier and needier for the woman on my lap.

“Coco,” I groaned. She mewled. “I love you, Coco. Fuck, I love you so damn much.”

“I love you, too,” she whispered. Her tongue swiped my lower lip, creating a deep ache at the base of my cock.

“Fuck, baby girl,” I growled.

We made out in front of the window. Our mouths tangled while our hands explored our clothed bodies. Both hunger and heat grew between us.

There might have been a snowstorm happening outside, hell, it was probably a blizzard for all I knew, but there was a wildfire inside the cabin I never wanted to put out.

Chapter10

Coco

Ipulled my mouth away from Lucas’ and immediately missed his taste while I tried to get my eyes to focus on the man in front of me.

God, he was beautiful.

Tall, strong, with a green stare that could easily talk me into doing anything and follow him anywhere, including through the gates of hell. Not that he would ever put me in harm’s way. I knew it my gut.

I felt safe with Lucas. If I thought about it, as annoyed or frustrated as he made me the past year, I’d always felt safe with him. I wasn’t nervous or worried about how he would treat me, or even if I would get lost in the dynamic of what we could be. Not when I knew I wholeheartedly trusted him.

“Lucas,” I panted while I tried to catch my breath, but nothing came out. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do or say.

“Anything you want.” His green gaze searched mine.

“What do we do now?” The question spilled past my lips without me overthinking it, and it only made me realize just how right this was.

How right we were.

Even with our past, he felt like home. It’s why I’d bratted off and responded the way I did when he’d pushed my buttons one too many times. Subconsciously, I’d known I was safe around him. My hands moved to hold his handsome face.

“I mean, we love each other...”

“You’re mine,” he answered like those two words explained enough.

“I’m yours? Just like that?”

“Baby girl, you’ve been mine.”

I had been.

I knew it in my soul.

It was why, no matter how frustrated I’d been or how much I tried to be annoyed by him, I could never get myself to hate him. Not truly. Not when the love I felt for him was so much greater.

“You’re mine, and I’m yours.” His right hand reached for my left and settled it over his heart. “You’re right here.” He tapped my fingers against his hard chest. “You brought this to life. You gave it purpose.”

“You mean more than to pump blood and keep you alive?” I teased, and his eyes went unbelievably soft.

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