I’ll think on that later, because right now, her perfectly round tits are pressed up against me, and my dick is so hard it hurts. I need the memory of how she feels to get me through the next few weeks.
“Please,” she whispers, and that’s all I need.
We’re lying side by side, her face nuzzled against my chest as I push in slowly. Her tight, wet heat grips me, and I bite back a groan, teeth gritted to keep from losing it right there.
“Fuck, Lucy,” I groan. My hand rests on her ass as I move in and out at a leisurely pace. Her skin is smooth to the touch as I trail my fingers up her spine, tilting her head up so I can taste her sweet mouth.
My tongue sweeps over the seam of her lips, and she moans in response. I’m dying to flip her over and take her until she’s screaming. But at the same time, I’m struck by how perfect this is. Her soft curves pressed against me, her warmth seeping into my skin, the quiet little whimpers she makes with each thrust. It’s driving me mad.
I’d hardly consider myself to be the gentle type, but with Lucy, I find myself wanting to take my time, to savor every moment, every sound she makes. Her nails dig into my shoulders as I thrust deeper, her body arching to meet mine.
“Aidan…” she breathes, and the way she says my name, like it’s something valuable, nearly undoes me.
I capture her lips, swallowing her moans as I pick up the pace, driving into her with more force. Her leg wraps around my waist, pulling me closer, deeper. She clenches around my cock like a vise, and it feels too fucking good. I’m going to have to pull out before I can give her what she needs, because I forgot a damn condom.
I want to hear her gasps over and over again. She’s tightening around me, her body tensing. She’s close. I slip my hand between us, finding that sweet spot that makes her tremble.
“Come for me,” I whisper against her ear. “One more time, lass.”
She buries her face in my neck, mufflingher cries as she comes undone. I hold her tight against me, feeling her pulse around my cock. It’s too much. Too fucking good.
“I need to pull out,” I groan, voice ragged. My hips jerk into her without meaning to. I can feel it building—every nerve screaming, every muscle coiled tight. I’m right on the edge, and I know if I push a second longer, I’ll lose it completely.
“No…” she breathes. “I’m on birth control. Please don’t. Don’t pull out. I don’t want you to.”
Goddamn it. I’m trying to be a halfway decent human being here and then she goes and says that.
That’s all it takes. I thrust deep one last time, holding her tight as pure lightning shoots down my spine. My body shudders against hers as I empty myself inside her.
For a few moments, there’s nothing but our frayed breaths mingling in the quiet room. I keep my arms locked around her, savoring the way her body molds perfectly against mine. Like she was made just for me.
Eventually, Lucy stirs and lifts her head. Her green eyes are hazy with satisfaction that makes my chest ache in a way I’m still not ready to examine too closely. That wasn’t just sex, though, and that scares the hell out of me.
The sound of tiny feet skittering down the hallway slams into the moment like a wrecking ball. Lucy’s eyes go wide, panic flashing across her face. I’m up before I even think about it, throwing myself out of bed and grabbing the nearest pair of sweatpants off the floor. Lucy’s already yanking the covers over her head, vanishing beneath the sheets.
“Daddy?” Isla’s sleepy voice comes from the other side of the door, followed by a soft knock.
“Just a minute, love,” I call back, my voice steadier than I feel. My adrenaline’s kicking in hard. I throw on a T-shirt and glance back at Lucy. She’s tucked herself up in the duvet, only her wide eyes peeking out, looking both mortifiedand amused.
I open the door just enough to slip through, making sure to close it behind me with a little more force than necessary. Isla stands there, all messy hair and princess pajamas, rubbing her eyes.
“What’s up, little storm?” I ask. “It’s still a bit early, aye?”
She looks up at me, her bottom lip wobbling just a bit. “I had a bad dream,” she mumbles. “Can I sleep with you?”
My heart stutters. I want to pull her right into my arms, let her crawl under the covers and fall asleep with me. But shit, not with Lucy in there.
I drop to one knee, meeting her at eye level. “How about we go downstairs, and I’ll make you some hot chocolate?” I suggest. “Then we can snuggle on the couch and watch cartoons until it’s time for breakfast. Sound good?”
She nods, her eyes lighting up at the mention of hot chocolate. I scoop her up, her small arms instantly wrapping around my neck, her face buried in my shoulder. As I carry her downstairs, I can’t help but think about Lucy in my bed. I hope she understands.
I set Isla down on the couch once we’re in the living room, wrapping her in a blanket and putting on her favorite cartoon. Her expression already looks lighter, bad dream forgotten.
“Hot chocolate coming right up,” I say, ruffling her hair before heading to the kitchen.
As the milk heats up on the stove, my thoughts keep drifting back upstairs to Lucy. I can picture her there, all tangled up in my duvet, hiding like she’s trying to melt into the bed. I can’t help but huff a quiet laugh. I’m going to have to figure this out without making things more awkward than they already are.
I carry the hot chocolate to the couch, setting it down in front of Isla. She flashes me a grin. “Thanks, Daddy.”
