Page 82 of Badd Daddy

I glanced at her, at the road. “Yeah, Liv?”

She swallowed hard. “I’ve never been kissed like that in my life.”

I couldn’t look at the enormous totality of that statement, let alone find the words to ask her if she meant it literally or figuratively. I just knew it made my chest swell, my heart ache, my head spin, and my cock throb.

I never even gave a thought to where we were going—I just drove. We ended up at my condo, and there was no hesitation in her as I lifted her out, carried her to my unit, and inside. The living room was dark, the only light coming from the microwave clock, and a sliver of moonlight coming in through the window.

I didn’t stop in the living room. I took her to my bedroom. Settled her on my bed, still wrapped in the blanket. I closed my door then walked over and knelt on the bed beside her.

She reached for me, throwing open the blanket. Her hands clawed into the back of my shoulders and drew me to her—down to her, as she lay back. I braced myself over her, and she scratched my back in lazy circles and then smoothed her palms where she’d scratched.

I needed her. I had to have more of her—had to.

I leaned down, sliding my lips over hers, fitting them together like puzzle pieces. She breathed into my mouth, writhed her tongue on mine, palmed the back of my head and lowest part of my back. One hand braced on the bed, I cupped her cheek. Found the strap of her slip, drew it down over one shoulder, and then the other.

As I tugged the silk down, I kissed her while she gasped against my lips. Her breasts popped out over the top of the bodice, and I reared back to look at her. I gazed at her, in awe at the sight her bare skin—the pale tan of her areolae and the thick plumpness of her nipples and the round swell of her breasts swaying as she gasped.

She watched me, and my roving hand. I bit her lip as I ran my palm up her stomach. Her eyes slid closed for a moment, and then flew open as I caressed her breasts, first one and then the other.

She whimpered.

She gasped as I flicked her nipple, and rubbed it with my thumb. She became breathless as I lowered my mouth and kissed her chest, across her breastbone and down the valley between her breasts and then across one, suckling her nipple into my mouth and tasting its sweetness…moving on to the other side, circling around the underside with kisses, running the flat of my tongue over the hard, erect nub of flesh that was her nipple. She sucked in a sharp breath and held it.

“Lucas…” she breathed. “Oh god…oh god.”

I was hunger. I was need. It consumed me, then. A fire I didn’t know had been simmering inside me, a need I didn’t know had been building in me swelled, took over.

I needed to see her—all of her. I needed to feel her flush against me. I needed…I needed things I’d not felt in so, so long. I needed them withher.

I shifted my balance so I was on my knees above her, her tiny delicate but strong and gorgeous body beneath me. I leaned down over her and kissed her lips. She carved her hands all over me, cupping my buttocks over the khaki of my shorts, and then sought the waistline, the button under my navel.

I let her.

She freed the button, tugged the shorts down, and I kicked them away, kneeling over her in nothing but a pair of black briefs. Her hands slid over my waist, to my ass, up my back to my shoulders, all over. I couldn’t get enough. Feel enough.

Need won, then.

Impatient, ruled by an all-consuming need to have this perfect, beautiful creature bare in my hands and under my lips, I gripped the neckline of her slip in both hands and ripped it open—halfway down at first, with a growl. Liv shrieked in breathless surprise, and then I yanked again and the nightie was open, and her glorious, mouthwatering, heart-stopping body was utterly bare.

“Holyshit, Lucas, you could’ve just taken it off,” she gasped, laughing.

I ran my hands over her, belly to throat, breasts to hipbones. Her underwear was nothing but a tiny triangle of white, outlining her sex and leaving her hipbones bare.

“Sorry,” I muttered. “Wasn’t sentimental, was it?”

She laughed again, shaking her head even as her eyes betrayed a myriad of conflicting emotions. “No—I bought it a few months ago, thinking I’d do something indulgent for myself, but I just felt silly wearing it.” Despite the steadiness of her voice, her eyes shimmered and her breaths came short and quick, her flat stomach flexing in and out, her lower lip trembling.

“You don’t look silly in it, that’s for goddamn sure,” I growled. “You’re fuckin’ perfect, Olivia.”

I palmed her stomach, flattening my hand over her navel—my hand was so big and she was so small my hand nearly spanned her entire torso.

“Lucas…” she breathed.

I bent, touching my lips to her stomach, her diaphragm. The tender flesh on the underside of her breast. She gasped wordlessly, cupping the back of my head, one arm wrapped around my shoulders. I flicked my tongue over her nipple, and she whimpered, her entire body shaking.

I kissed her gently, breast and nipple, throat and belly, and my fingers stole down to the waist of her underwear. This time, I restrained the urge to rip them off. I slid them downward, and her thighs pressed together.

Her breath caught. “Lucas—” She slithered away, thighs trembling, pressed tight. “I—wait. Wait.” She swallowed hard, tangling her fingers in mine. “It’s too much, too fast.” Stung, feeling rejected, I pulled away, but she kept hold of me through our intertwined hands. “Lucas, I’m sorry. It’s not that I don’t want…you, I just…”