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Now, though, he couldn’t stop himself from coaxing the seam of her lips open with his tongue and once she’d surrendered, plundering her mouth. Sweet and tart like she’d been eating those lemon candies she liked, and yielding, opening for him.
Gunnar slid a hand back into the hair at the nape of her neck and another around her waist to hold her tight against him. He wanted her to feel the effect she had on him, how badly he wanted her. He was throbbing for her already and if she was ready, perhaps he’d get her off tonight. If she was gorgeous now, she’d look like an angel when she came.
When he’d started kissing her, she’d put her hands on his chest, tentative, but now her hands were in his hair, fingers speared through the strands, nails scratching at his scalp.
Gunnar came up for air, his breath coming in pants and his face no doubt flushed with desire. He wanted her, so badly it was almost unspeakable.
He grabbed her bottom in both hands to heft her up and Twyla squealed. Right, she was bruised and tender. He almost put her down because he hadn’t meant to hurt her. But she wrapped her legs around his waist and threw her arms around her neck. Pressed her breasts against him as she moaned and then rocked her pelvis against him. Oh, Christ.
“Daddy, please. Please.”
“Please, what?” he asked, but he was already headed toward the stairs.
“I…I need you, Daddy, please. I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
“Is that so?”
Who needed the gym when they were hauling a little girl all over the house? Who was he kidding?Hedid. In order to stay in shape so hecouldcarry her around. But there was no work that would help his knees stay firm when she was murmuring in his ear like this, no exercise that would keep his heart rate steady while her hot breath misted against his neck. He’d just have to try to maintain control.
“Yes.”
“And what were you thinking about?”
“A lot of things.”
“Can you give me some examples?” he teased with another squeeze of her bottom that made her yelp.
They’d reached the bedroom and he tossed her on the bed where she landed with a bounce and a giggle. Gunnar climbed up next to her and began to stroke her hair, her face, her neck. Twyla closed her eyes and sighed because she loved being petted like this; she’d almost instantly relax. It was like a magic trick.
“It’s going to sound weird.”
“I doubt it.”
Her mouth wrenched to the side but she didn’t open her eyes. There was a rise and fall of her chest as she took a breath and then she started to speak again.
