She’s right at the edge and can’t get over it, straining, shaking under my hand. So I give her what she needs.
“Look at me,” I tell her. Low. Certain. Her eyes find mine. “Come for me, angel. Now.”
And she shatters—a long, broken cry, her whole body clenching around me, her wrists pulling against my hand and finding it still there, holding her. The sight of her coming apart on command nearly undoes me.
I follow her over the edge, pressing deep and holding there as I let go, my forehead dropping to hers. I release her wrists and gather her in, both of us breathing hard, tangled and still joined.
Our tangled bodies separate. Cammi turns to face me, looking spent and sated. My heart slips into overdrive at the look of contentment in her eyes. For the first time in a long time, I feel whole.
“You’re beautiful.”
She tucks into me, and for a while we just lie there, her fingers tracing idle shapes on my chest. “Can I ask you something?” she says.
“Anything.”
“How old are you? You never said.” A pause. “You feel…older than the guys I know. In a good way.”
I huff a quiet laugh. “Twenty-eight.”
She goes still, doing the math, and I feel her smile against my skin. “I’m eighteen.”
“I know.” I tip her chin up. Ten years. I should care more than I do. “That bother you?”
She shakes her head. “No. I like that you’re steady. That nothing rattles you.” Her cheeks color. “I’ve never felt safe with anyone before. Just you.”
Something in my chest pulls tight. Ten years, all my baggage, and she looks at me like I’m the safe one.
“Then I’ll just have to keep earning it,” I say, and kiss her forehead.
???
It’s been minutes since Cammi left to get ready for work, and all I’m still thinking about is her being in my bed and giving me all of her. My mind drifts to the conversation we had before she left.
“I should go,” she whispers against my chest.
“Why?”
“Because my shift starts soon. Millie convincedPete, the main manager at the diner, to give me my job back,” she explains. “He’s already said I can come back.”
“Okay, then. I’ll come walk you home when your shift ends,” I say.
“Alright, Daddy,” she whispers, blushing.
My dick surges to attention. “Say that again,” I whisper, leaning in until our lips are nearly touching.
“Daddy.”
I take her lips in a passionate kiss. That word, in her voice, is almost enough to push me over the edge again. If she didn’t know how a single word can affect me, now she does. My blood rushes down to my cock, igniting a deep-seated want.
Cammi breaks the kiss on a loud moan, gasping softly. “I can’t. I have to go,” she pouts.
I let her go, but not with the promise of something more in our eyes. And then she’s gone.
I come back to the present. The room feels different immediately. Colder. Empty. I drag a hand down my face, exhaling slowly.
“Yeah,” I mutter to myself. “This is bad.”
Because I’m already thinking about her. Already wondering what she’s doing. Already wanting her back here in my bed—in my arms.
