“No need. I’m still not even sure why I did it.”
“I thought we’d determined it was pity.”
He laughed. A low chuckle that vibrated my senses. “Yes, and yet, at the same time, there was something about you that grabbed me. Your fierce spirit. Your beauty.”
I snorted. “Beauty. Ha. I was an old, chunky crone when you found me.”
“The outer casing might have aged, but it wasn’t hard to spot the fiery woman you used to be.”
“But then you proceeded to ignore me after bringing me home.”
“Because I didn’t know what to do with you. Still don’t.”
I could think of a few things.
“Like what?” he murmured in a low sexy voice.
I blinked. “Did you just read my mind like that satyr?”
His lips curved. “You said it aloud.”
“Oh.”
“What would you like me to do to you?”
“Uh.” Yeah. Being put on the spot tied my tongue because I couldn’t exactly say aloud I’d like him to kiss me. Touch me. Fuck me. Assuming it was allowed. He was my maker, but not my biological daddy. Still, did that make us too close? He did mention sleeping with Sophia, which seemed to indicate no taboo.
“You are thinking way too hard.”
My mouth opened to reply, something probably dumb. Luckily, he prevented me from that by kissing me.
Chapter Twelve
The kiss startled.
Enflamed my senses.
Ignited my arousal.
I barely knew the man, but didn’t care. I’d kissed strangers before. Had one-night stands. Saw no problem with locking lips with possibly the most handsome man I’d ever met.
When he dragged me into his lap, I made a small sound of pleasure. For one, it brought me closer to him, but even more importantly, I could feel the hard proof of his desire pressing against my ass.
He wanted me, and hot damn did I want him.
He didn’t just kiss me. He cupped the back of my head bringing an intimacy to the embrace, and also a bit of domination, which I didn’t mind.
I sucked on his lower lip and he made a growly sound that sent tingles through me. When he shifted me so I straddled rather than sat sideways, I grabbed hold of his shoulders, gripping the wiry muscle, opening my mouth as he deepened our kiss.
My new position meant the skirt of my dress rode up, exposing my thighs. My scrap of panties and his slacks were the only thing keeping us apart. It both frustrated and titillated. I rocked against him, moaning at the friction, my excitement making me wet.
His lips trailed from my mouth to my jawline. With the hand cupping my nape, he leaned me back and let his lips travel, licking and nibbling at the sensitive flesh of my neck. As he teased me, his free hand slid between my thighs, rubbing against the damp crotch of my panties. He slid the fabric aside and stroked a finger against my nether lips, and I gasped even as my sex clenched in anticipatory pleasure.
His finger parted my lips and slid inside. My hips rolled trying to draw it in further. I squeezed his finger. Willing it to go deeper. Maybe add a friend.
He caught the hint and inserted a second finger, and I quivered as I tightened around him. His thumb got in on the action, rubbing against my clit as his fingers thrust.
In, stroke, squeeze.
