“You’re allowed to feel all of that, you know. None of it makes you a bad daughter. It just makes you human.”
She snorts, not fully believing me.
“I’m an only child, Iz. I know the burden you’re bearing to an extent. My parents are younger than your dad and have lots of help on the ranch and in the businesses, but you don’t. That’s hard, especially when your dad is as independent as you are. Now I know where you get your stubbornness from,” I tease with a squeeze of her body. She lets out a hollow chuckle, then rests her head on my shoulder.
“Papà says I got it from my mother. But you might be right. I might get it from him.”
I’d never admit this, but he’s much more easygoing than she is. I press my lips to the top of her head. “As I see it, all you can do is be there for him whenever he needs it. He’s pretty active still, so I know this fall worried you, but he’s got a lot of life yet to live.”
She doesn’t reply, still lost in that head of hers, but at least I’m here with her. Her face lifts. Her breath is warm against my jaw. I catch the shimmer of hesitation in her eyes.
Then she closes the space, her lips brushing against mine in a kiss, which turns urgent as she demands more. I’m already lost to her, yet I’m questioning if we should be doing this with how low she feels. I’d be a shitty liar if I said I don’t want her in my bed for the rest of the day.
I shift, tightening my arm around her waist, guiding her so she’s straddling my lap. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, and I swear the world tilts. Every inch of her pressed to me is grounding and electrifying. Breathless, she pulls back just enough to rest her forehead against mine.
Neither of us speaks.
We don’t need to.
With the city and other apartment windows around us, it feels too exposed, too open. I ease her off my lap, standing and pulling her hand into mine.
“Come on.” My voice is rougher than intended. “Let’s go inside.”
I lead her toward the bedroom, stripping as we go, and my cock couldn’t be harder. All I need right now is privacy, space, and her.
With the last stitch of clothing coming off, I grab her by the waist, turn her around, and plan on fucking her roughly from behind. This first fuck is to calm both of us and implant the idea of spending the day in my bed, nipping, sucking, and fucking each other.
“Diego.”
My fingers curl around her ribcage, expanding with her breath while my lips brush kisses across her shoulder and into her neck. Goosebumps appear on her skin as she tilts her head, giving me more access to her flesh. Her right hand reaches back, touching my outer thigh as if needing a connection, needing to be tethered to the here and now, or else she’ll be adrift.
“I don’t . . . I need to see you.”
The uncertainty in her voice immediately jolts my head away from her skin, and my plans to bend her over the bed evaporate. I loosen my grip on her waist, and she immediately takes advantage by turning in my arms.
“What’s wrong, Iz? If you don’t want to . . .”
My gaze searches her beautiful face, trying to surmise what’s going on in that head of hers.
“No, I do. But face to face.”
There is a flash of something I don’t quite catch before she reaches for me, curling her body into mine in the most tender way. It has me freezing for a second, my arms slow to react until she leans her head into my chest to hug me.
Shit
What I mistook for horniness on both our parts is actually a need for closeness on her part. She doesn’t want or need a fast fuck to satiate her desires. She needs slow and lingering. Something I’m more than willing to do.
Savor her on a lazy Sunday.
Kokami.
My hand collects her chin, raising it to meet my lips. Her eyes close quickly, but mine stay open to monitor any signs that I have made a mistake with this new assessment. When she moans against my lips and opens her mouth for more, I know she’s good again.
My kiss is slow, searching, and tender. My hand releases her chin, slipping to her throat and tightening enough to feel her pulse throb against my palm. Her hands roam my chest, setting my skin on fire with lust for her. I gently guide her backward until her legs hit the bed.
Her lips break free from mine when she lowers herself to lie on the comforter, looking stunning with her long curls splayed out and her lips swollen. When she motions for me, I’m practically on top of her in a second.
“This is what I want.”
