“So you stayed quiet.”
“Yeah. I stayed quiet.”
His eyes softens. “And now?”
I meet his gaze and swallow down my nerves. “Now, I’m realizin’ I might’ve spent a long time hidin’ parts of myself that deserved daylight.”
Remington’s gaze doesn’t falter. “You deserved that daylight a long time ago,” he says.
Something in my chest shifts at the certainty in his voice. At the truth.
“Maybe.”
For a moment, we just sit here, the weight of my secret sitting between us.
“Thank you for tellin’ me all of that,” he says quietly. “But you should tell your kids too. I know they’d love to know and be there for you.”
A smile tugs into place. “Maybe one day.”
The truth is, no matter how big of a deal it is that I opened up to Remington about this, it’s an even bigger deal admitting it to them. And I’m not sure if I’m ready for that just yet.
Standing up, I clear my throat before grabbing my empty plate off the table. “Think I’m gonna get rid of these dishes, and then we can take this somewhere…quieter.”
Remington’s gaze drags down the length of me, slowly, seductively. And my entire body lights up. “You do that, daddy.” He smirks. “And I’ll watch.”
Remington has the bottle of bourbon in one hand as he saunters into the kitchen. He leans his hip against the counter, watching me with undeniable heat. My chest tightens as he meets my gaze, confidence rolling off him in waves.
“Dinner was delicious,” he husks.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” My voice is rough, giving away how I’m already brimming with anticipation and arousal.
The bourbon glows amber when he brings the bottle up and pours a shot directly into his mouth. His throat rolls as he swallows. I feel it low in my stomach. “I have a feelin’ dessert is goin’ to be even better, though.”
Heat spreads through my veins, and my mouth dries. “Is that so?”
Nodding slowly, he hums, taking a step in my direction, then another, until he’s so close I can smell the liquor on his breath. Remington’s gaze drops to my mouth, lingering long enough that I forget how to breathe for a moment. His hand comes up, knuckles brushing along my jaw while he drags his thumb over my bottom lip like he’s testing my reaction.
I don’t flinch.
I don’t step back.
And by this point, he should already know I want this. Hell, Ineedthis, maybe more than I’ve ever needed anything.
Remington leans in, stealing the breath from my lungs as he presses his mouth to mine. His lips move slowly, his tongue full of hunger. This kiss is deliberate, like he’s moving with the intent of making me ache, and it’s working. His mouth tastes faintly of bourbon and lust, and my legs tremble with every swipe of his potent, one-of-a-kind concoction.
It’s maddening.
I’ve never kissed anybody the way Remington kisses me. Like we’ve done this a thousand times, like he knows exactly what it does to me when he takes his time…and takes control. I shouldn’t enjoy it as much as I do. It’s not who I am. I’m a man in charge, the one who calls the shots. And yet, as his hand slides to the back of my neck and his fingers thread into my hair, guiding my mouth where he wants it, I can’t get enough. I don’t wantto fight him for control. Remington’s leading, and I’m happily following.
He leans back enough to look at me. His pupils are blown, piercing blue irises practically non-existent. “Have you been as impatient about tonight as I have?” he asks, voice full of gravel.
I swallow thickly. “Yes.”
“Wanna know a secret?”
“Yes.” My heart thunders.
“Every time I think about that night when I was on my knees for you, I get so fuckin’ hard, and I can’t help but touch myself. And every time, I wish it was your hand instead.” Remington groans, his eyes rolling back. “Fuck, seein’ the pleasure on your face, feelin’ your beautiful, fat cock swell in my mouth, tastin’ your cum… I think I might be addicted to you, daddy.”
