This thing she needed that I was a demon for delivering.
I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t crave it.
Just this once.
To see her come undone in my hands.
She trembled as I peeled the flimsy scrap of lace down her legs, and I groaned as she returned her heels to the counter.
Girl spread out wide.
Pussy pink.
“So damned needy.” It was a grunt as I let my fingers drag through her slit.
My guts were a tangle of lust and mind-bending want.
A compulsion urged me forward.
Begging me to take more.
To push this far past where I knew I could go.
But right then, I was going to be everything she needed.
Her protector.
Her shield.
The one who was going to send this sweet body soaring.
“Can’t believe I get to see you like this. An apparition in my room. An angel sitting on that counter.” Every word scraped from my mouth. “Keep thinking this can’t be real. That you can’t be real.”
“This is the first time I’ve feltrealfor a long, long time. With you looking at me that way. Like I…mean something.” She fumbled over the thinned confession.
Was sure it was a sound of anger that thundered in my chest at the thought that she hadn’t been treated that way.
“You’re a fuckin’ treasure, Daisy. A gift. You’re the first kiss of the morning light. A promise that maybe the future isn’t so bleak.”
My chest squeezed when I said it.
Because that wasn’t for me.
A future.
But I was going to make sure that’s exactly what she and those children had.
Softness filled her features. So damned gentle and giving that I had to steel myself against it. Remember what this was about.
What I could offer and what I could give her.
So, I eased down onto my knees on the rug and slipped my arms under her legs, hands gripping onto the outside of her thighs.
Thighs that quaked.
“Oh, Cash, I…”
Redness flushed her cheeks, the girl squirming, for the barest beat going shy.
