“Yes. You’re gorgeous.”
“So are you.”
My cheeks become warm. “Kiss me, Daddy. Please?”
He half-closes his eyes, leans close so I can feel his warm, minty breath on my face, and then presses his lips to mine. He kisses me tentatively at first, but the moment I part my lips, he presses into it harder, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I hum as I suck on it, kissing him with all the desire I’ve kept bottled up for him since I met him and he first made my pulse race. I change position, so I’m straddling his thighs. He grips my hips, holding me tight. I run my fingers through his short, dark hair. It’s slightly sticky from gel, which gives his hair a wet look.
The kiss ends. A giddy giggle breaks free of me. I rest my forehead against his, breathing hard. I lick my lips, tasting the remains of his saliva. My heart is galloping. My gut is quivering. Sparks of electricity zing over my hips where he’s lazily strokingme. I wish there weren’t two shirts, a jacket, and a jumper between his hands and my skin.
“Warmer?” he asks.
“A little. Not warm enough.”
“What are we going to do about that?”
“More kissing?”
He smiles, lighting up his eyes. “You’re sure?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m sure.”
He tugs me close, my chest pressed to his, and then seals his lips over mine once more.
7
DAMON
Inviting Rowan to sit on my lap to share body warmth was probably a huge mistake, but it doesn’t feel like it as our kissing becomes more heated. He’s an excellent kisser. Submissive and touchy-feely. He runs his hands through my hair, over my nape, and shoulders. He whimpers and moans with each teasing swipe of my tongue in his mouth, showing me how much he appreciates my kissing skills.
I’ve crossed a line. I’m kissing an employee, and I can’t bring myself to care. I just want to feel his lips, his fingers, all of him. But we’re not only dressed, we’re wearing layers. Or he is, at least, as he’s wearing my jumper. Is it too cold to undress him so I can feel his chest against mine? I shouldn’t even be thinking about it. We’re in my brother’s car, for fuck’s sake, in the middle of nowhere. Cut off. Caught in the worst snowstorm in fuck knows how long. And Rowan is obviously very into me. And I’m very into him. He’s beautiful, fun, and enticing. Now that I’ve begun, I don’t want to stop kissing or touching him.
I nudge his clothing until I finally find soft skin. He shivers and presses into the kiss, murmuring against my lips. Every time he moves, his arse brushes over my cock. I’m hard before I knowit. He moans and grinds against me, making my cock throb and ache with need.
Panting, I break our kiss, and put my hands on the sides of his face, stroking his cheeks and jaw. “What are we doing?”
“Staying warm?” He lifts his brows in a question, but his eyes twinkle mischievously.
I nip his lower lip. “This feels like more than kissing.”
He sniggers. “Is that bad, Daddy?”
Every time he calls me that, it sends a pleasant shiver racing down my spine. Being called Daddy has always turned me on, but from his lips, it’s almost magical. He says it in a way that makes me feel wanted and needed, like it’s both a term of endearment and a plea for me to take care of him however I want. Right now, that means keeping him warm anyway I see fit.
“No. It feels far too good,” I reply. “We’re getting carried away.”
“Is that a problem?” He flutters his lashes innocently.
Fuck, he’s a brat. How did he describe himself? Ah, yes. Playful. He’s a playful, seductive brat, and I’m falling for his charms. Is that a problem? Possibly, but I’m past caring. Being close to him and kissing him has warmed us both up, and I can’t deny that it feels right, or that I want to keep doing it.
“No, it’s not a problem, boy.”
He grins. “I’m glad you said that.” He rocks his hips, making me groan. “Tell me what you want, Daddy.”
“You.”
He chuckles. “How do you want me, Daddy?”
How do I want him? On his knees between my thighs, sucking my cock? Naked, in my arms, riding my cock? Or like this, fully clothed, keeping warm, kissing and making me hard?
