“By lettingmetake care ofyou.”
“What do you call this?” she asks, opening her arms to the family room I decked out earlier.
The overhead lights are off. White Christmas lights have been strung up around the crown molding and a disco ball spins from the ceiling to illuminate the room. A speaker that lights up and changes colors to the beat of the music is perched on the mantel. I pushed the furniture to the side, so we have plenty of room to dance.
“I did good, didn’t I?”
“You did great. Please let me show my gratitude.”
“I’ll let you thank me, but it won’t be on your knees.”
“You getting bossy, Cinnamon?”
“Only if that’s what you want.”
Her grin is mischievous as she nods her reply.
Scooping her into my arms—which seems to happen at some point every day—I leave the music playing as I carry her up the stairs to the bedroom. The moment her feet hit the floor, she pulls her tank over her head, finally revealing the perfection she’s been flaunting in front of me all night. She went braless ina white tank top tonight for a reason. It was an intoxicating form of foreplay. She knew what she wanted before I hit play on the first song on my playlist.
In seconds, she’s naked, has the bedding pulled back and is making a show of crawling onto the bed. On her hands and knees, she looks over her shoulder to make sure I’m watching while I practically rip my clothes off.
Oh, I’m watching, darlin’.
It’s hard to believe it’s only been three weeks since we were last together at Oktoberfest. With everything that’s happened, it feels like we’ve lived two lifetimes since then. Her battered body is evidence of all that has occurred.
Once I’m lying next to her, I circle one nipple with my forefinger before moving to the other. “You sure you’re up for this?”
“More than sure.”
“Daisy, I don’t want to fuck around anymore.”
“Neither do I,” she says, taking my cock in her hand.
As her hand works my erection, I try to decipher her reply. Does she mean right now, in this moment, or does she mean she’s ready for our future together? Because that’s what I meant.
“Sweetheart, I’m all in. I told you I’d wait however long it took you, and I meant it, but you have to know, if we do this, it isn’t just a hookup for me. All you’ll be doing is pulling me in deeper.”
“I know,” is all she says as her thumb rubs my pre-cum over the head of my erection. “Now, how may I show my appreciation, Officer?”
“Spread those legs and give me that pussy. I’m starving.”
She does as she’s told so I can settle myself between her thighs, my face only inches from her slick center.
“I want to hear you, Daisy. Tell me everything you’re feeling. Everything you want. I want to hear you scream my name everytime you come. And you’re going to come over and over again.” I drag my tongue over her inner thigh, and then around her needy center. “You understand what I want from you?”
“I understand.”
“Good girl.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Daisy
One thing about Owen Swift, he’s a man of his word.
After my fifth orgasm, and his second, he’s finally giving my poor body a break.
He was bossy yet caring. Making sure he wasn’t hurting me. In fact, I think the reason my lady bits received so much face-time was because it’s one of the few places on my body not covered in injuries.
