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Next to the bed, Daniel lowers me onto it. Bending his bad knee on the bed—the ice pack gone, lost somewhere between the living room and here—he winces but tries powering through it anyway. Hiding his pain in the force of his kiss.
“Daniel.” I push him back. “You’re killing yourself. Stop it.”
“You’re worth it.” He leans in growling as he claims my mouth again. And I almost let him suffer through it when the consequences catch up to me.
“But I’d like to do this more than once.” I push him back again and this time far enough for me to slip out between him and the bed. “Sit down,” I tell him and he does. Relief flashing in his eyes.
“Wait,” he says as I grip the hem of my shirt. “God, I’ve been so focused on ignoring the pain, I almost missed out on enjoying this.” He takes my hands and kisses the back of each one before placing them at my sides.
Heat fills my cheeks and the space between my legs, now slick with desire.
Gripping my hips, he pulls me close trapping me between his legs. After hooking his thumbs in the waist of my pants, he slides them down, tortuously slow. When he bends low to push them to my ankles, his rough, shadowed cheek caresses my bare hip. But only seconds before his lips.
Goosebumps chase swirling heat across my skin as he kisses a trail from my hip to my waist.
“You smell so fucking good,” he says before snapping the waist of my panties with his teeth. “If my knees weren’t a wreck, I’d kneel between those thick, creamy thighs of yours and taste you all night long.”
Is he serious? I’ve been sweating over a hot stove all night.
As much as I want to take him up on that, I want to feel good about myself when he does.
“Next time,” I say dipping down to kiss him.
Daniel sweeps the inside of my mouth with his tongue. Hot and desperate as his hands slide under my shirt and up my back. When his fingers find the clasp of my bra, he clicks it open, then continues to lift my shirt over my head taking my bra with it.
“My God, Riley,” he says tossing my clothes on the floor as he sweeps his eyes up and down my body.
I’ve never been overly happy with my figure. I have a pretty obvious pear shape thing going on. Wider hips, thick ass and thighs, and barely-there boobs. My only saving grace is my flatter stomach, though it could be more defined if I didn’t eat so many of the cookies I bake. But the way Daniel looks at me, hungry—a wolf on the prowl—I’ve never felt so desired or confident in my bare skin.
And yet he keeps his hands in his lap.
What is he waiting for? Is he having second thoughts? Did he change his mind seeing exactly what he was getting?
My confidence cracks and I bring my arms up crossing them over my chest.
“No.” Daniel holds my wrists and pulls them down again. “Don’t you dare hide those perfect, perky little tits from me.”
“Oh. I thought—It’s just you didn’t seem to want to go any further. I—”
“Riley. I can’t remember the last time I saw, let alone touched, a body so beautiful.” He finally lets go of my arms and grips my waist pulling me close again. “I’m going to savor every second of it.”
I hold my breath as he slides his hand from my waist, over my ribs, stopping just under the small swell of my breast.
We’re both breathing hard. His chest rises and falls so deeply I worry he might hyperventilate. Then it stops as he sweeps his thumb over the soft pillow of flesh before flicking the callused pad over my pebble-hard nipple.
A strained groan rumbles in his throat while he rolls his thumb over the firm peak. “This is so wrong, Riley.”
“Then I definitely shouldn’t call you daddy again, huh?” I bite my lips together as Daniel’s eyes widen. “Did I say that out loud?”
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he lunges forward, wrapping his arms around me, flattening his tongue on my nipple, and sucking me into his mouth.
My knees buckle but he holds me up lavishing one breast then the other. Even with him supporting me, I hold his shoulders. Keeping his hot, wet mouth on my breasts.
“Oh, yes,” I say throwing my head back.
After a quick nip at my hardened peak, Daniel breaks away. I look down, ready to protest when I find his lips, swollen and red from working me over, grinning up at me and saying, “you like that, baby?”
My face blooms with heat as desire floods between my legs again, soaking the thin cotton fabric.
