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Though I have zero experience in situations like this, he seems huge. Thick and hard and intimidating. Fear creeps over my skin, along with a healthy dose of nervousness, and I tilt my hips forward almost mistakenly.
The strangled groan that falls from his lips has me feeling brave and I do it again.
Again.
“Fuck, Daze.” He sounds dazed. Consumed. With me?
That’s how I feel with him. Consumed. Obsessed.
Arch begins to move his hips, nudging against me in the most perfect way possible and that feeling is back, tenfold. The gathering sensation low in my belly. The throbbing, the heat pouring through my veins. I move with him, against him, the friction between that one spot where our bodies rub and strain making me hotter.
I’m burning up.
My climax smacks into me out of nowhere, so strong it’s like I can’t even breathe. It goes on and on, my lips parted on a silent scream as I clutch onto him. Until I’m finally slumped against him and he gathers me closer, the shudders wracking my body for what feels like forever.
“Happy Birthday,” he whispers against my ear when my orgasm is over.
Making me smile.
TWENTY-THREE
DAISY
My alarm wakes me,my eyes popping open. I stare at the ceiling for a few seconds, my brain hazy with sleep and the memory of what Arch and I did yesterday.
A smile curls my lips and I close my eyes, stretching my arms and legs out with a small groan. A quick knock on the door has me sitting up, pushing my hair out of my eyes as I stare at my closed bedroom door.
“Good morning, Daisy Mae,” Dad calls from the other side. “Happy Birthday.”
He sounds oddly…cheerful. Which isn’t a bad thing, it’s just unusual. Today isn’t a good day for him. For us.
Six years ago today, we lost her. The most important woman in our lives.
“Thank you,” I tell him, clearing my throat.
“I’ve made you breakfast,” he says, and I can tell he’s walking away. Most likely heading back to the kitchen. “Your favorite, so hurry up if you want to eat.”
I leap out of bed and go to my mirror, staring at myself. Do I look different? Changed? Not because I’m eighteen now, no. I feel changed because of what happened yesterday between me and Arch.
The longer I stare, the more I realize I look no different. Just the same old Daisy, my blonde hair spilling past my shoulders in a haphazard mess, clad in a thin tank top and a pair of panties because it gets hot in my bedroom, even at night.
There is nothing sexy about me that I can see, yet Arch stares at me like I’m the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. And the way he kisses me…
I touch my lips, tugging on the lower one. The same. Everything’s the same.
But I feel so incredibly different. Not like myself at all.
Wait, I take that back. I feel like myself—but a heightened version of myself. Like I’ve discovered things about me that I didn’t know existed until now.
Smiling at my reflection, I run my fingers through the ends of my hair, deciding that today is the day I wear it down. Maybe I can even curl it, if I have enough time…
“Daisy! Your pancakes are ready!” Dad calls, launching me into action.
By the time I’m entering the kitchen, Dad is already sitting at the tiny table close to the window, forking up a mouthful of pancakes, his gaze sticking on me.
“You’re wearing your hair down,” he says after he swallows.
I sit across from him and pick up the syrup, drizzling it over my stack of pancakes, careful not to add too much. “I felt like doing something different.”
