She arched into my touch, and a tiny moan slipped from her tongue.
Energy zapped and flashed through the room. She squirmed on the counter. “Please, Cash. I need you.”
“Look at you. I’ve barely even touched you, and you’re already wanting to come apart.”
“I’ve been waiting for so long. Been alone for so long. Aching for you.”
If only she knew how profoundly her statement applied to me.
“Wanted to crawl across the country to find you.” I had no power to keep the admission from flooding out.
“And it was me who crawled to you,” she whispered into the lapping stir of the small room. The room that felt like it was enclosing on all sides. Boxing us in and forcing us together.
“Now I’m going to watch you bloom. Watch you flourish. You’re going to have the power, Daisy. You don’t have to be afraid anymore.”
Those were the promises I could make. I shunned the rest that were trying to get free.
Ones that were nothing but lies and betrayals.
Lies my heart kept telling me.
That she was mine and she was always going to be.
Her pants were shallow and harsh as I continued to swirl my thumb around her perfect tit, her chest heaving deeper into my touch like she could disappear right into me.
I had to be careful, or she would.
Careful, or she would completely consume and invade.
She whimpered when I stepped back, then it turned to a needy wheeze when I gathered the waist of her leggings in my hands and began to peel them down her legs.
I hissed between clenched teeth at the sight of her.
She trembled as I tugged her leggings fully from her feet, leaving her in a tank and these little underwear that covered next to nothing.
“Heels on the counter,” I grunted.
Surprise widened those beautiful eyes, but she complied, spreading her knees wide. Her underwear stretched over her center.
The lace damp with her arousal.
I angled in so I could whisper at her ear, “You drippin’ for me, Little Wallflower? Are you soaked at the thought of me putting my mouth on this sweet, needy pussy?”
Easing back, I rubbed my fingertips over her, just pressing the fabric in between her lips.
My tongue stroked over my bottom lip as I glanced between her quivering thighs and her face.
“You have any idea what it feels like, getting to see you this way? Body begging for me? It’s like touching heaven when I’ve been living in hell.”
Redness flamed Daisy’s cheeks. “I’m the one who’s in heaven, Cash. Look at you.”
Her gaze traipsed over my chest and down to my abdomen.
My muscles coiled like I was readying for an attack. Skin raised and red from the tumble I took, but the pain of that long gone.
Eradicated with the bare brush of her hands.
“Nah, baby. You’re just seeing what I see reflected back.”
