His brows rose in question, but he obeyed, setting it carefully on the countertop behind him. There was a drop of coffee lingering on his lip, and I fuckingmoanedwhen he licked it up.
“Okay, Rabbit. Now, what?”
“Catch me,” I breathed, and his grin grew salacious.
I took off toward him, crossing the kitchen in a few quick strides and pushing off the floor at the last second, launching myself straight at him.
He caught me as though it was instinct, fitting me against his body in a spot he chiseled to fit my form.
One arm bracing my back, the other hooked under my ass as he hefted me up his body, coaxing my legs around his waist.
I dropped my arms on top of his shoulders, toying with the errant hairs sticking up around his ears. “Good morning, Professor.”
Head tilted, his mouth brushed close to my temple, breath against my skin as he took me in up close. “Morning, Rabbit.”
My fingers stilled in his hair for half a second before I dragged them through it instead, smoothing nothing down, making it worse on purpose.
“You look good like this,” I murmured.
“Like what?”
“Out of control.”
Something flickered in his expression at that—quick, sharp, and gone just as fast.
“You like that?” he asked, voice low.
“Mm.” I nodded.
His mouth curved again. “Good.”
That answer was so deeply him I almost laughed.
He turned with me still wrapped around him, one smooth motion that carried us across the kitchen before he set me down on the island. His hands lifted, framing my face, holdingme there just long enough for me to feel it—his focus, all of it narrowed in on me like nothing else existed.
Damn.
Mouth against mine, he hummed, nipping at my bottom lip once before pulling me into a kiss. Desire made my toes curl.
Thumb and forefinger on my chin, he tilted my head back and forth, kissing me from each angle. Around him, my arms tightened, fingers clawing at the muscle in his upper back.
A whimper sounded in my throat, my pulse hammering beneath his grip. I pressed closer, wiggling until my ass was at the very edge of the counter, and rocked against him.
He growled into my mouth, kissing me until my lungs were nearly empty. Tearing away, I dropped my face into the side of his neck, gasping for breath even as I sucked and nibbled at the skin along his collarbone.
Hips thrusting, I fumbled for the waistband of his sweatpants. He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back, staring down at me with hazy, lust-filled eyes.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He moaned. “Look at my baby, cheeks flushed and glasses crooked. All fucked out from a kiss.”
He licked over my lips, pulling away from me long enough to pull his shirt off my body. Hand on my shoulder, he pushed until I was flat on my back, the counter cool against my flushed skin. My stiff cock jutted toward him, angry and red.
“Poor baby,” he crooned, swiping his tongue up the underside and then swallowing me down.
“Ohmyholyshitgod.”
He chuckled, the vibration making my stomach muscles contract. The sudden urge to thrust into his throat threatened to burn me alive. My hand slapped the counter, back arching as all the cords in my throat seized.
Daddy made a low, humming sound, pulling off my cock to nuzzle his nose against my balls. He nipped at the skin there,sinking his teeth into the soft skin of my inner thighs. Palms on my ass, he spread me open and spit on my hole. It clenched, desperate to have any piece of him.
