Screw the consequences.
“I should have prepared a beautiful room with rose petals tossed around a bed for you. Not fuck you on top of a table in the backroom of the beauty shop you work at.”
“Why? I don’t need that. Jacob, I’m twenty-six and?—"
“Fuck,” he groans, resting his forehead against my shoulder.
“What?”
“You’re twelve years younger than me.”
“That’s not a bad thing,” I whisper. My fingers play with the back of his hair. “Are you…”
“What?” He pulls back, his hazel eyes burning into mine.
“Having second thoughts? About this. About… us?” As scary as it is to put yourself out there, I don’t do games or bullshit.
“No, beautiful. Hell no, angel. I would never have second thoughts about us.” He lifts his head.
“Then the rest is just details,” I whisper. Jacob grazes my nose with his.
“Details? Angel?—"
“You’re giving me a reason to smile every time I step foot in here,” I admit honestly. “Please? Give me a reason to smile. Give me a memory I can think about every time I walk in here, one I’ll love.”
“Fuck, yes.” His mouth crashes against mine in a possessive kiss.
It’s rough and wet.
I can taste myself on his tongue, and I can’t seem to get enough. I like the idea of me on his mouth. Of my own mark on him. Daddy’s hands start to unzip the dress, and before I know it, he’s pulled it up and over my body. Tearing down my bra, pulling my breasts out of the front.
He looks like an animal gone feral.
He leans in and pulls one stiff nipple into his mouth, and I cry out his name. He tugs at the turgid flesh, letting his teeth scrape against me. Every pull of his mouth makes me hotter, wetter. I’m a messy, wet puddle of need by the time he starts to push me down and covers my body with his.
“Jacob.”
“Shh, I got you, baby girl. Christ, I got you. I promise.” He reaches between us, lining up his thick head at my entrance. My arms wrap around him, not in fear but to hold him to me. I love the way his skin feels against mine. His hard chest flush up against mine.
“Daddy,” I purr.
“Fuck!” His forehead rests against mine, and he pushes the tip in.
“Oh, wow!” I gasp. The heel of my foot rests on the small of his back. Pushing him in a little deeper. “You’re so big, Daddy,” I whisper and watch him shut his eyes.
“You can’t say shit like that to me, angel.”
“You are, though.”
“God, it feels good. You feel so damn good.” He opens his eyes. Nothing but love shines through his golden gaze.
“Love me,” I whisper. “Love me good, Daddy.”
“I do,” he grunts, pushing in a little more. Sweat forms at his brow. “I love you so much, Eden,” he confesses, and I know it’s not pretty words shared in the heat of a moment.
I can see it.
Feel it.
