Page 49 of Miss Fortune

“I kind of did need to know that, actually.”

My hand cupped her chin. As much as I craved another kiss, my conscience intervened. “You and I want different things.”

“Oh, I don’t know. Right now I want you to keep kissing me, so I’d say our wants are pretty aligned.”

I groaned, moving my lips to her neck where inhaling her scent made me have to close my eyes. I desired her so badly, my body was shaking. “I meant long term you want marriage and kids, and I don’t.”

“You’re right. I do want those things.”

Fuck, my head told me to walk away now. My body, however, was moving her into her bedroom. My hands skimmed down to breasts I’d spent many a minute dreaming about. I was afraid if I didn’t touch her now, I’d never get another chance.

“I won’t change my mind.” I wasn’t sure who I was trying to convince.

“Me, either.”

“But I don’t want to stop this.” Selfish as it might be.

She framed my face with no doubt in her expression. “Good. Me, either.”

It was the green light I’d been hoping for. She knew where I stood, I knew where she stood, and I wouldn’t insult her intelligence by questioning her intent. This thing had been building up for weeks, and the energy between us was on fire.

My fingers found her side zipper, giving me access to more of her soft skin. A growl sounded deep in the back of my throat when I finally put my hands on her. I could hardly believe this was happening.

Although I would’ve preferred to take my time, I didn’t have the patience. I needed to see her. All of her. It was a good thing for the dress it was easy to get off because I was two seconds away from ripping it from her body.

Peeling down Daisy’s dress was like opening the very best gift. Afterward, she stood in a red strapless bra and matching red thong. My breath hissed through my teeth at the image. The next instant I unclasped the front of her bra to expose the most exquisite breasts I’d ever seen.

“Jesus.”

But when my eyes reluctantly rose from her chest, I met her uncertain expression. “Are you okay?” Shit, had I moved too fast?

“Yes, but you’re the first one to see me naked since the surgery, and I guess I’m self-conscious about my scar.”

My lips twitched. “At the risk of sounding like a pig, I didn’t notice your scar.”

My assurance had the desired effect when she grinned. “I knew the girls would come in handy someday.”

I leaned forward, kissing her collarbone, before moving down toward her scar in the valley between her breasts. I didn’t focus on it, not because it detracted from her beauty but because if I started thinking about everything she’d gone through and how close she’d come to not being here today, it would take me out of the moment. A moment I hoped to savor.

My palm skated across one of her breasts, followed by my mouth. Fuck. Her nipples were perfection. Rosy, soft, and so fucking responsive. Sucking, biting, and teasing, I took turns lavishing each one with my undivided attention. But it wasn’t enough.

Her breath caught when I hooked my thumbs on either side of her thong and swooshed it down. Crouching with the motion, I came face-to-face with her pussy. I needed to taste her more than I needed my next breath. Inhaling her scent, I hoarsely murmured, “Get on the bed.”

She did as I requested but braced herself up on her elbows so she could watch me stalk toward her. She raised a brow.

“What?”

“I’m gonna need your shirt off stat, mister.”

My lips turned up in a smile. “Yes, ma’am.” I unbuttoned my dress shirt as quickly as possible. Her expression told me she liked what she saw.

All time for teasing was over. I dove directly for her pussy, inhaling the scent and closing my eyes with overwhelming need. My tongue snaked out, running the length of her slit while I parted her knees wider with my shoulders to allow better access.

I glanced up to witness her pretty mouth form a circle at the sensation I was giving her. Using my fingers, I penetrated her slowly, savoring how snug she was against them. She didn’t disappoint me, moaning in pleasure. Deciding to up the pressure, I curled my finger up toward her outer wall, searching for the right spot. Bingo, judging by the way she gripped the sheets and cried out. I descended with my lips and tongue, eating her with an intensity that had her shaking and panting.

“Oh, God, Caleb,” she cried out, arching her hips and running her fingers through my hair. Her orgasm was epic because, like all things Daisy, she didn’t hold back.

After licking up the evidence of her climax, I crawled up her body, kissing her thighs, her hips, and her stomach before focusing back on her breasts. She was absolute perfection. My cock was steel. My skin was feverish with the sensation of her naked body against it.