Caden paused for a moment to admire her before setting her feet on the floor. The heat in his eyes reassured Brooklyn of his desire for her. As if forcing himself, he yanked a thick towel off the rack and dried her skin in quick movements that revealed his urgency. She loved that he allowed her to see his eagerness.
“Good enough,” he muttered to himself and scooped her over his shoulder.
“Caden!” she yelped when his hand smacked her bottom.
“Just making sure you’re paying attention,” he told her and dipped his shoulder to toss her onto the bed.
By reflex, she grabbed a handful of the comforter. When the world stopped spinning, she focused on the handsome soldier standing between her legs in time to see him lower himself between her thighs. The hunger etched on his face almost stole her breath again.
He stopped her automatic move to draw her legs together. “Damn, little girl. You are gorgeous. Will you taste as good as you look?”
Caden leaned forward to trace her cleft and hummed with delight. The vibration rumbled her sensitive pink folds, thrilling her. “Daddy?”
“Such a good little girl choosing a treat. Now, both of us receive a reward.” He spread her thighs widely and traced her opening with the point of his tongue before circling her clit.
She wiggled from a combination of embarrassment and eagerness. His caresses reignited her arousal. She’d never responded to anyone’s touch as much as she did with him. Caden seemed to sense exactly where she needed his caresses, and how he needed to stimulate her.
When he slowly pushed two fingers deep into her pussy, Brooklyn lifted her hips to speed him up. She needed more.
“Daddy’s in charge, Brookie,” he growled against her.
His low, raspy voice revealed his desire, sending a thrill through her. Brooklyn loved knowing she affected him as much as he controlled her. “Treat, Daddy,” she begged.
Caden’s lips circled her clit and sucked. The pressure grew as he slid his fingers deep inside. Brooklyn tensed and exploded into pleasure as that last bit of stimulation sparked her orgasm. She released the comforter to stroke a hand over his military-short hair when he stilled.
“Thank you. I could…” She let her voice trail away suggestively.
“Oh, I’m not done, sweetheart. That’s a beginning.”
Caden pressed his mouth back to her pussy. His lips and tongue tasted and caressed her. He even nibbled at her pink folds in a way that was so hot, she’d catch herself holding her breath and need to gasp for oxygen. When he trailed a fingertip to her small hidden opening between her buttocks, a wailing “No!” escaped from her lips.
“If you need me to stop, Brooklyn, tell me red. Otherwise, I’ll know you’re protesting something you think you should, but really want,” he told her and paused for a second for her to respond.
“Sorry. I’m not used to someone touching me there,” she explained.
“Red, Brookie, if you need me to stop,” he told her and lowered his lips to rebuild her level of excitement as if he were completely unbothered by having to explain.
He’s taking care of me even in the heat of passion.
She didn’t have long to concentrate on that as he distracted her from logical thoughts. That feeling of being safe with him lingered to reassure her as he resumed touching the previously off-limits area. His fingertip brushed over her clenched opening, setting off zings of pleasure. When he pushed through that ring of muscles, another orgasm crashed over her.
He continued to pleasure her until Brooklyn draped limply on the bed. “No more, Daddy,” she whispered and shivered from the avalanche of sensations as he pressed a kiss to her inner thigh.
“It’s bedtime for little girls,” he declared before asking, “Will you sleep with Daddy tonight?”
“Yes, please,” she mumbled, not wishing to be separated from him.
Brooklyn couldn’t open her heavy eyelids as he stood. Caden moved away from her. When the soft sheets brushed her skin lightly, she guessed he’d spread back the covers. When he returned to gather her in his arms and tuck her between the crisp sheets, she snuggled into the bedding. Burying her head in the pillow, she inhaled his scent. This was heaven.
His fingers brushed her hair from her face, and he kissed her lips softly. “Night, night, little girl. Daddy will be right back.”
Hearing the shower start, she allowed herself to drift into sleep.
CHAPTER 8
Her twitching nose woke Brooklyn. Reaching a hand to her face, she rubbed her fingers over her skin to brush away whatever was tickling her. It didn’t work. Opening one eye, she glared at the pesky intruder and froze. Chest hair.
Oh, my god! Brooklyn had somehow ended up smooshed to Caden’s hard frame with her cheek resting on him. She took a second to savor his warmth and the powerful arm wrapped around her. Deliciously nude, Brooklyn could feel every inch of his warm skin pressing against her. This was heaven.
