What the fuck?
“You didn’t ruin anything.” It comes out a little more gruffly than I mean it to, but my heart is racing at the thought of what could have happened. “Fuck, if we hadn’t been…”
“Daddy,” she whispers so softly I barely hear it, but I do, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. I tilt my head to look at her, my breath catching at just how fucking beautiful she is.
She blinks, her lashes fluttering as she slides her hand up my chest. “I’m okay. You saved me.”
I swallow and have to do it again before I clear my throat. “No one is ever going to hurt you again, sunshine. Never again.”
Using her fingernails, she runs the tips of them down the column of my neck, and my dick throbs against the zipper of my slacks. She feels it. I know she does. She’s on top of me, for fuck’s sake. There’s no way she doesn’t feel my raging hard cock. A better man would probably apologize. But I’m not going to saysorry for the fact that she’s so damn sexy that all it takes is her presence to make me go stiff.
Slowly, she shifts sideways until she’s beside me, tucked under my arm with her lush, bare thigh resting on my dick. God, how is it possible someone as sweet and beautiful as Quinn is single? The fucker she broke up with is out of his mind. If she were mine, I would never let her go. I wouldn’t even give a fuck whether she wanted to stay or not. I’d just keep her locked up in my house for the rest of our lives.
Women like Quinn are the type who will drive a man mad. He’d do anything for her, to protect her, to see her smile, to make her happy. And if I weren’t so fucked in the head, I’d want to be that man. It’s just something I can’t do, though. I’d never be able to trust her enough. Hell, I probably wouldn’t even let her go to the bathroom alone.
Her hand starts to slide down the center of my chest, and I know I should stop her. This is a disaster waiting to happen. For her. And for me. None of this will end well. It will be better if we stay friends and keep things cordial.
Just because weshoulddo that doesn’t mean I have an ounce of power within me to turn her down if she’s going to grab my cock. Quinn could do whatever the fuck she wants to me and I wouldn’t be able to turn her down. With her body pressed up against mine, it’s like I can breathe for the first time in years. Nothing else exists. No pain. No memories. Nothing buther.
“Daddy.”
It’s quiet, but there’s a plea in her voice.
“Fuck,” I groan under my breath. “You’re killing me, baby.”
She lets out a whimper, and that tiny sound makes me snap.
I roll onto my elbow, the front of my body flush with her side. She’s so damn soft. Everywhere. From her creamy thighs to her belly that would look so perfect, rounded with my babies. And those fucking breasts. So big and full.
“You should tell me no,” I tell her as my hand travels up one of her legs to her wide hip, grasping a handful of flesh in my palm. “Tell me to stop and I’ll pull you back into my arms and hold you all night.”
Her eyes are wide and sparkling under the dim glow, so innocent.
“I don’t want you to stop,” she answers. “Please don’t stop, Xander. I need this after what happened tonight… That probably sounds so messed up, but I just, I don’t want to go to sleep thinking about?—”
Before she can finish, I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her. It’s gentle, more of a caress than anything, but I don’t want to hurt her split lip any more than it already is.
“Baby, I’m not a gentle man. I like to fuck… roughly. And I like to be in charge. As much as I wish I could say I could hold back for you, I don’t think I can.”
I wish I was strong enough to be soft for her, but honestly, my emotions are so pent up from this past year, I’m like a fucking caged animal waiting to be freed.
“The last thing I want is for you to be gentle,” she replies. “I need to be consumed so completely I forget everything.”
Jesus Christ.
She has no idea how hard her words hit me.
“I can’t give you more than tonight, Quinn.” I run my hand over her cheek and down to her neck, wrapping my fingers around it like a necklace.
She’s so damn dainty compared to me. So small, yet so full and soft. I could get lost in her. She wants to be consumed, but she doesn’t realize I already am and have been since the moment I walked into her apartment.
“I’m not asking for more, Xander.” Her voice is soft and sweet. Delicate like her, and so damn beautiful.
“I don’t like it when you call me by my name.” I narrow my gaze at her, and she stares back at me, her eyes sparkling.
“Yeah, well, I don’t like it when you call me mine, either. It makes me feel like I’m in trouble.”
My dick throbs against her leg. “What would you prefer I call you? Beautiful? My good girl? Sunshine? Baby girl?”
