He groans a low, horny sound and turns to me, his arm still covering his chest.
“Are you sure?” I nod vigorously. His eyes brighten, and his lips curl into a small smile. “Okay?—”
I jump excitedly, trying to pull him back to the bed, but he stops me. “But if either of us doesn’t like it, we stop.”
That’s not going to happen on my end.
“Okay,” I agree and try to pull him back down to the bed.
He chuckles and sits with his back against the headboard. “I think this might be easier.”
Hell if I care, so I scramble into his lap and try to pull the shirt away from his sexy chest.
He chuckles but still hesitates.
“Okay, Rory. Take a breath and let Daddy get ready.” This is a big deal for him.
“Sorry. I’m just very excited.” I pout. Pouting is good and always gets me what I want.
“That does make this easier. Knowing you want this.” But he still doesn’t remove the shirt.
Grr. What do I have to do?—
“It just started a few months ago.”
I pause and look at his face.
His incredibly handsome face, with his strong jaw and morning stubble, to his slightly crooked nose and into his piercing blue eyes.
There’s heat but also a wariness.
He wants me to suckle him, but he’s worried. So I reach my hand up and cup his cheek. He leans into the touch.
“I want you, Daddy. All of you.”
“Okay.” He finally removes the shirt, and I pat his shoulder.
“Brave Daddy.”
He barks a laugh. “Come over here, you little rabbit.”
I let him lead me to where he wants me, and I politely suck his nipple into my mouth. He groans when I take my first drink, and my eyes roll into the back of my head.
This is it.
This is my reward for surviving “the ordeal.”
A big, sexy Daddy who wants to care for me and makes his own milk! I smile around his nipple, and his finger traces my bottom lip.
“Enjoying yourself?” he teases.
I barely nod my head cause I am not letting go.
“You?” I mumble.
He chuckles. “Yeah, it feels fucking amazing.” His head flops back against my headboard. “God, rabbit. The things you do to me.”
What things?
