A drug.
One I would do anything for. Even if it means waiting for her to figure out what this connection between us is.
“Don’t move,” I say gently. Regrettably, pulling out of her.
I’m back from the bathroom a couple minutes later, and her ass is right where I left it. Up in the air, looking fucking glorious.
Her flesh is pink and swollen when I place the warm washcloth against her still-dripping center. I stroke my free hand up and down her spine, unhooking her bra as I do. “Relax, baby.”
Her body flinches at my term of endearment. She claims she doesn’t like it when I call herbaby, that it’s strictly for established couples, and we are most assuredly not a couple.
She lowers her body to the mattress and rolls over. But I don’t give her a chance to chastise me. Instead, I bring my lips to hers, resting the weight of my body next to her on the mattress, leaving our legs tangled and placing the warm cloth against her again. I feel a little guilty for taking her hard without giving her time to adjust.
“Did I hurt you?” I ask against her lips.
“In a good way.”
“I never want to hurt you, Daisy.”
“You didn’t.” Her fingertip traces my lower lip. “Besides, I fucked around.”
“And...”
“I’m not sure I learned my lesson,” she says coyly, batting her eyes at me. “There is a high probability I’ll fuck around again.”
“Well, I’ll be here for another lesson when you do.”
She bites her lower lip and nods her head.
I lean forward to take her nipple into my mouth through the barely there fabric loosely covering skin, bringing the bra with me when I release her. She pulls it out of my mouth and wiggles her arms free, finally removing the last item between us.
What we just did was great, but I need this. Her naked beneath me as I lick, suck, and bite her luscious curves, eliciting the moans I hear in my dreams.
The night is just getting started.
Let the worshipping begin.
Chapter Two
Daisy
1 year and 8 months later
“We’re havin’ a baby!” Owen announces, bounding into the quiet waiting room where our family is gathered to wait for the birth of my brother, Cal, and his wife, Charlie's, baby girl.
He’s in his uniform and loaded up with more balloons than is sane. His playful energy lights up every face in the room.
I’ve learned to expect nothing less from Officer Swift.
The man is charm personified. As much as I hate to admit it, it’s his gift. He brings a smile to everyone’s face. If you’re at your lowest, Owen will show you the light and help you crawl out of your despair. Not that I’d ever tell him that.
Mom fawns all over him. Sawyer, my best friend, Mia’s, two-and-a-half-year-old, is in awe over the pink bundle of heliumfun he walked in with, but I keep my face buried in my phone, pretending I haven’t noticed him.
Owen and I have only been home from our long weekend with my family in New York for a few days, and I’m still reeling from our time together. Declarations were made. He informed me that he was mine and when I was ready to admit it, I was his, he’d be waiting. It was a lot. What most women dream of scared the shit out of me. I’m nowhere near ready to face him.
However, Owen, being Owen, makes a point of demanding my attention by taking the seat to my right and setting the enormous balloon bouquet at our feet, letting his absurd display infiltrate my space.
Batting the balloons out of my face, I stupidly acknowledge him. “Swift, why do you have to be so annoying?”
