“Too many clothes, baby.”
This time, it’s going to be bare, raw, and torturously slow.
At least, that’s my plan.
I want to cover every inch. Taste every part of her. Find out what she likes. What she doesn’t.
I let her down to her feet and am pulling her sweater over her head a beat later. I leave the shirt on, the silky button-down blouse sticking to her skin with static accentuating every curve, the roundness of her perfect damn breasts.
What I wouldn’t do to have one of those in my mouth right now...
“Off, Quin. Take it off, please.”
I ignore her, tracing the pad of my thumb over the hard peak pushing against the silky shirt and lacy bra underneath. I feel the intricate texture of the lace as I swirl my thumb around the nipple.
Celeste’s head falls back against the door with a thud.
“We’re going to have to move before you wake Maise up,” I whisper, sweeping her into my arms. I place her in the center of the bed and step back, just taking in her lying on my bed for a minute.
“What?” she says, breathy and strung out.
“Just thinking you?—”
Fuck.
My throat closes over. I’ve been a girl dad for too damn long. Every emotion Maise feels, I live through, rewiring my brain to the softer side of life. Where the precious things live.
One of those now lies splayed over my bed.
And I know a life-altering moment when I’m looking down at one.
“You sure, CC?”
She pushes up, her elbows digging into the mattress. “Very.”
I crawl onto the bed, over CC, until our gazes are level. “Hey, baby.”
Her hands slide across my jawline and into my hair. “Hey, Quinnie.”
“Slow, remember,” I breathe.
She nods. Her hands wander to her buttons, and she pops them one by one. “I can live with slow.”
“Good to know.”
The blouse falls away, and I capture one hard peak between my teeth.
“Get it off,” Celeste gasps.
I slide a hand under her back, releasing the bra clasp. She hauls the lingerie off her chest and tosses it onto the floor. I dot kisses around her chest, ignoring her heaving peaks, knowing all too well she’s desperate for me there.
One hand holds me above her while the other tracks over her stomach, brushing my knuckles over the soft skin. Goosebumps flourish along her belly following my touch. And when she’s all but breathless, I bend my head and pluck a taut nipple between my teeth.
She arches off the bed instantly on a whimper.
Fuck.
I don’t know who’s torturing who here.
