He exhaled, rough and shaky. “I won’t hurt you. I swear it.”
I almost cried just from the relief. “I want it…I want you. I just don’t know…”
“You don’t have to know anything, princess. Daddy will take care of all of it.” His voice was so low it made my stomach flip. “But you tell me if you want to stop. Any reason. Any time. You just say red, remember?”
I nodded again.
“Good girl.”
God. My whole body went tight at the praise.
He moved slowly, so slowly, easing the t-shirt up. I shook so much I thought I’d fall apart. He didn’t just yank it off. He bunched the fabric, tracing his fingers over my ribs, letting me get used to his touch. “So soft. So pretty. You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”
I shook my head, dizzy and breathless. “No one’s ever wanted me before.”
He growled. Actually growled. “They were idiots.” He kissed my shoulder, then the curve of my neck, like he couldn’t get enough of my skin. Every inch he touched felt like it was burning.
He pushed the t-shirt up, waiting until I lifted my arms, and then he slid it off, dropping it to the floor. I was bare underneathexcept for the little white cotton panties, a matching bra, and the fuzzy socks. I’d never felt so exposed. Or so wanted.
Walker knelt over me, hands braced on either side of my hips. “You shaking because you’re scared, princess?”
“No,” I whispered. “Just want you so bad, it hurts.”
He smiled, slow and dark. “That’s my girl.” He carefully unhooked my bra and his eyes darkened when my breasts spilled out. I wanted him to touch them, but his hands were splayed over my hips, thumbs tracing circles right above the waistband of my panties. “I’m going to touch you. You tell me if it’s too much.”
It wasn’t too much. It was never going to be too much.
He bent and kissed my tummy, my hipbone, the inside of my thigh. I wanted to squirm, but he held me steady. He was so careful with me, so gentle, but underneath there was this wildness. Like he wanted to devour me, but only if I wanted it too.
His fingers played with the edge of my panties. “Still okay?”
I nodded, breathless. “Please.”
He slid them down, so slowly it was almost torture. He left the socks on. I don’t know why that wrecked me, but it did. The cotton was soft on my skin, but his touch made my whole body shudder. I could feel the heat of him even before his hands went lower, and it was like every nerve in my body stood to attention.
He didn’t rush. His fingers skimmed the inside of my thighs, slow, careful, and I squirmed even though I tried so hard to stay still.
“Spread your legs for me, princess.” His voice was so deep it rattled my ribs. I obeyed without thinking, thighs falling open, and I should have been embarrassed but all I felt was need. I was so wet I could feel it, slick on my skin, and I squeezed my eyes shut because if I looked at him, I was going to die.
But Walker made a noise, deep in his chest, and his hand cupped me, palm broad and warm. “You’re soaked. Jesus, Lottie.” He sounded like he was barely holding it together. “You need Daddy so bad, don’t you?”
I nodded, frantic.
He pressed a finger against me, not pushing in, just stroking, and my hips jerked off the bed. I couldn’t help it. I grabbed for his wrist, desperate for more. His mouth curled in a slow, dangerous smile.
“Good girl. That’s it. You show me what you need.” He slid his finger through the wetness, slowly at first, then a little firmer, and I whimpered. The sound was humiliating but I didn’t care. I needed him to touch me, everywhere, all at once, but especially there.
He circled my clit, not too soft, not too rough, just perfect, and then he slid a finger inside me, slowly, so slowly, like he was testing every inch. My body didn’t know what to do—it clenched around him, desperate and greedy, and he let out a rough groan.
“God, you’re tight,” he muttered, like he was talking to himself. “You ever touch yourself here, princess?”
I shook my head. “Not really. It never…worked.” My cheeks burned. I couldn’t believe I was saying this, but it was true. No one had ever made me feel like this.
He went still for a second, then kissed my knee. “You let me know if it’s too much. If you want more, you ask.”
“I want more,” I gasped. “Please, Walker, please…”
“Daddy,” he growled, then bent his head and took my nipple I his mouth. I nearly came off the bed as the feeling went straight to my clit, but too soon he moved. He kissed the inside of my thigh, then eased a second finger in, slowly so it didn’t hurt. There was a stretch, but it was good—not painful, not scary, just different. His thumb found my clit and pressed, and I arched up, a cry coming out of me because I’d never felt anything so intense.
