Page 125 of Merciless Daddy

He drew me to my feet.

“Because I was going to come.”

“That was the idea.”

“No, no, Bella. Not yet.”

His thumb moved over my lower lip, gathering the shine there. He kissed me. Long and hard and deep, a well of passion bubbling up inside him.

I tasted him between us. His hands found the hem of his shirt where it covered my thighs. He lifted it slowly.

Cool air touched my skin. The shirt passed over my head. I stood before him in simple black underwear, my breasts bare.

Sal looked.

Not a quick glance. Not polite.

His gaze moved over every inch of me with dark, open hunger. My breasts. My stomach. My tattoo. My thighs.

I felt wanted.

“Beautiful,” he said.

He touched the falcon on my hip, then he knelt.

His mouth met the tiny black bird first. Then the skin below it. Then the curve of my hip. His hands stayed at my waist until I reached for him.

Only then did they move.

One slid around my ass, careful over the lingering warmth from the spanking. The other traveled up my ribs.

His thumb brushed beneath my breast, and then he cupped me.

His palm was broad and warm. My nipple tightened against it. Sal watched my face while his thumb moved over the sensitive peak.

The first slow pass made my breath catch.

The second made me arch.

“Good?” he asked.

“Very.”

His mouth closed over my other nipple.

Heat shot through me.

His tongue circled. Sucked. Released. Then returned with more pressure after I pulled him closer.

My knees felt weak, little points of light danced behind my eyes.

He lifted me onto the bed then placed me down, then removed my underwear carefully, savoring every moment.

Then he looked between my thighs.

I fought the urge to close them.

His hand rested on my knee.