She smirked. “Flip me like a fucking rag doll, Connor. I won’t break.”
That fucking broke the seal. I kissed her again, but this time it was full of everything I hadn’t said for the last month. Every fear, every sigh of relief, every I’m-so-glad-you’re-alive. And in the silence that followed, her fingers curled into my shirt, her smile soft against my jaw.
“See?” She raised her eyebrow. “Better than soup.”
“How can I ever deny you?” I grunted as I looked into her eyes, impossibly bright, that piercing shade of blue that always made my chest tighten. They shimmered, daring me.
“Don’t,” she whispered, her breath hot against my lips. “Fuck me.”
Her words hit me, making me possibly the luckiest man in the world to haveherlikethis. “Safeword?” I rasped, my thumb brushing the edge of her jaw, feeling the way she leaned into my touch.
“I use Tiger,” she blushed with a sly, knowing smile. “Don’t ask.”
That smile undid something in me.
“Street light system?” I asked, already sliding my hand down to the curve of her waist, fingers teasing over the fabric.
“Yes,” she breathed, her chest rising and falling faster.
“Hard limits?”
“None. Make me yours.”
“None?” I asked again, my voice barely a growl, the last thread of restraint tightening.
Her nails dragged lightly across my abdomen as she pulled me closer, her voice breaking into a plea. “Connor… ruin me.”
“In this room, you call meDaddy.We can discuss the rest of it later, but for this scene, that is the only thing you’re allowed to call me. Understood?”
Her breath hitched. The way her body reacted was instant.
“Fuck,” she gasped, pressing her thighs together in a desperate, needy way.
I ripped her shirt off, throwing it to the ground. The cool air hit her bare skin, causing her to shiver, but I knew it had nothing to do with the cold. I shoved down the cup of her bra, exposing one perfect breast, and grabbed her nipple between my fingers, pinching hard, making her arch toward me with a sharp cry.
“That was not an answer,” I growled.
“Yes…Daddy,” she whimpered.
It felt good to see that the bratty glint in her eyes was replaced by something softer, something that looked a lot like submission.
“You acted like a brat half the night,” I stated, circling her nipple, slow, deliberate. “Did youwantme to do this? Did you want to drive me crazy?”
She whimpered as my hand wrapped around her neck, closing my fingers around it, my thumb pressing just enough. Her moan was instant as she tipped her head back to expose her neck more to me.
“I did,” she confessed, breathless.
I smirked, lips brushing her jaw, leaving a trail as I kissed my way down her neck. “Don’t forget,” I murmured against her skin, “Imake the rules.”
She trembled when I reached her ear, my breath hot. “You were right earlier,” I whispered. “I’m not your father. But Iamyour Daddy, Little Fighter.”
Her breath caught again, her eyes locked onto mine like she was trying to read into everything I wasn’t saying.
I trailed kisses down her collarbone, taking my time and enjoying the way she was squirming under me. I moved lower, kissing each nipple, feeling the way she responded to me with each little touch.
“I plan to worship you, Emma,” I warned her. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Everything about her was perfect, the sweet scent of her arousal, her skin, her sweat,her.I took her nipple into my mouth, sucked gently, then released it with a soft pop, watching it perk under the sudden coolness of the air.
