I feel like I’m melting into him. This man who’s the only father figure I’ve ever had.
It’s forbidden. It’s taboo. And that only makes me want it—him, us, this—more.
He sighs, his chest moving up and down. “You’ve grown into such a beautiful young woman, Camryn,” he murmurs, his voice rough. “Not just on the outside. All of you. You’re smart, and strong, and sweet.” His fingers stroke through my hair again, and I feel like a happy, horny little kitten.
“You have to say that kind of stuff,” I tease. “Being my step dad and all.”
“Not anymore, I’m not.” He tugs gently on the hair at the base of my skull, tilting my head up. His hand slips from my hair to my jaw, holding me in place as he searches my face. “And I don’t say things I don’t mean.” His thumb brushes across my cheekbone, heat sparking under his touch. “You were always a beautiful girl. But now? You’re fucking stunning, sweetheart.”
My face goes hot, but I don’t look away. I let him see me blush, see what his words are doing to me.
The only man I’ve ever wanted thinks I’m stunning.
This is the best day of my life.
My heart is hammering against my ribs so hard, I wonder if he can hear it. “I have a confession,” I whisper, my voice shaking a little.
“What is it?”
I swallow hard, my entire body going haywire. “I had a crush on you, back when you were my…when you were married to my mother.”
He lets out a soft, deep groan that I feel in my clit, and his eyes flutter closed. “You shouldn’t say things like that to me, Cammie.”
“Why not? It’s the truth.”
He takes a deep breath, and when his eyes open, they find mine immediately. “Is your crush all in the past?”
I bite my lip and shake my head. “Not even a little.”
The air around us is thick, pulsing, crackling with energy and tension.
He tips my face up to his, and I lean in closer. I can feel his breath fanning over my parted lips.
“This is wrong,” he says, his voice raspy. “I shouldn’t want you the way I do.”
My pulse goes crazy, my heart leaping up into my throat. I’m soaked, creaming my panties. “I know,” I whisper back, leaning in so close that our lips are only millimeters apart. “That’s part of what makes it so good.”
He groans and nods, and as he does, his lips brush against mine. I gasp at the contact. “Please,” I say on a ragged whisper, my hands sliding over his chest. “Kiss me, Jacob.”
“Cam.” The way he moans my name will be forever etched onto my brain. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since you showed up at my front door.”
Our noses brush, adrenaline spiking and making it hard to breathe. “You should’ve. And you should definitely, absolutely kiss me right now.”
“Fuck,” he exhales, our foreheads pressing together. “Cammie.” His lips brush against mine again, but this time he doesn’t stop. His fingers weave into my hair, pulling me close as he kisses me. Actually kisses me, with lips and tongue and shaking breaths. “I shouldn’t do this.”
“Yes, you should. Because I want you, Jacob. So much.” Our lips brush as we speak.
He groans and kisses me, pulling me closer. Blood rushes to my head, and I feel like the room is spinning. He kisses me like he’s tasting me, savoring me, biting into forbidden fruit.
Giving in to wicked, taboo temptation.
His tongue slides against mine, and I can taste the wine we were drinking. I give his tongue a tentative suck, and he moans, his hand tightening in my hair. I slide my hands over his bare chest, savoring the feel of warm skin and hard muscle, and he kisses me harder, deeper. My pussy is dripping, making a mess of my panties, and I don’t care. I moan and melt into him, pressing closer, closer, but it’s still not close enough. I don’t think it will be until he’s buried inside me, taking what I saved for him.
“Come here, sweetheart,” he practically growls, hauling me into his lap. I’m splayed open for him like this, my knees pressing into the cool leather on either side of his hips. We let out a shuddery moan in unison when my pussy rubs against his hard cock, straining against his sweatpants. “You see what you do to me? Fuck, Cammie.”
I lean forward, licking and kissing up his neck. “I’m so wet for you, Daddy,” I whisper, and I feel his body jolt at the filthy words. My face is on fire, my heart racing, nerves quaking in mystomach, and for a tiny fraction of a second, I wonder if I said the wrong thing. But then he grinds up into me, groaning.
“Fucking hell, I shouldn’t like that as much as I do.”
