Page 86 of Badd Daddy

When I awoke,I was on my side, being spooned by Lucas’s huge hot hard bulk. His arm was slung low over my waist, his chest expanding against my back with a soft, growling snore. Sunlight poured in through his open window.

I felt so safe, so secure. I never wanted to move, or to leave this moment. I wanted to bask in the warmth and safety of Lucas’s arms. I let myself drift, but never quite fell back asleep. Instead, I was focused on the feel of him behind me.

He stirred, murmured something unintelligible. Shifted. I twisted to face him, his hand now resting on my hip. I was naked, but for my underwear—I saw my nightie on the floor, ripped open, and shivered at the memory of Lucas tearing it apart like paper. My skin pebbled, and my nipples hardened.

I thought of the way he’d kissed me, his mouth on mine, his hands wandering, possessing. That ocean of need was boiling, sudden and furious. My skin tightened, heating. My breath was shallow. His bulk was slack, the huge muscles at rest. I ran my hand over his shoulder, down one thick arm and his hand tightened on my hip.

I bit my lip, not knowing what to do, or how to handle this. How to take what I wanted. I didn’t want to wake him up, but I…god, need and desire were pounding through me.

Lucas stirred again, snorted, sniffed, growled in his chest. His eyes fluttered. Opened. Deep liquid brown focused on mine.

“Mornin’, beautiful,” he murmured.

“Good morning, handsome.”

His smile was breathtaking, the tenderness in his eyes as he gazed at me left me gasping for breath, left my stomach churning and my blood pounding and my thighs pressing together to quench the growing ache between them.

“I slept better than I have in…god, ever,” he said.

“Me, too.”

“Thanks for bein’ willing to tell me all that, last night. Means a lot that you trusted me with it.”

“Thankyoufor listening with an open mind.”

“I just want you to know I’m here. That I…I care about you. That I’m all in, and that whatever we’ve got going on can happen at your pace. I want…everything, but I can be patient.”

I shifted toward him, realizing that I’d been covering my chest with my arm out of some instinctual habit of modesty. Now, I moved my arm, letting my breasts drape free, nestling against his chest. I ran my hand over his side, to his waist.

I swallowed hard. “I…don’t know how this will go. I may freak out again, I don’t know. But I…” I searched his eyes, bit my lip, exhaled a nervous, shaky breath. “But I would really like it if you kissed me again.”

He smiled at me. “I think I could do that.”

He gathered me in his arms and drew me closer, and suddenly he was all around me again, his breath on my lips, his eyes on mine, his arms protective iron bands around my shoulders and waist, his hands splayed against my spine and shoulder blades. I nuzzled closer, short of breath as his lips touched mine in a soft questing exploration.

I was dizzy at the first press of his kiss. Hungry as the questing kiss became more. Desperate as his tongue found mine. Something beyond desperate—wild, an inferno of sudden unquenchable need as I lost myself in his kiss.

I arched my back and pressed against him, moaning as he kissed me to breathlessness.

I couldn’t breathe, and I didn’t want to, but I felt myself pulling away to suck in a delicious breath of his nearness.

“Okay?” he muttered.

“More than okay,” I breathed. “Keep going.” I palmed his chest, ran my fingers down his belly. “I need more.”

“If you need to stop—”

I touched his lips. “I don’t want to. I want this. Ineedthis.”

His smile was a blaze of delight and ravenous rapture as he twisted into me, pressing me to my back. He levered himself over me, and reveled in the feeling of my own smallness and delicacy beneath his powerful form. He rested on an elbow and bent over me, kissing my lips. I clutched at his shoulders, and then let my hands wander. To his waist. To his hips. Clutched the hard, firm, flexing mounds of his buttocks over his shorts. Ran my hands over the back of his head as he moved down from my mouth, tipping my head back so he could kiss my throat. My chest.

My breasts—and oh, oh, oh god, that was glorious. The aching tug in me traveled from my nipples to my core, and I was on fire, heat blasting inside me, throbbing at my core. Each breast in turn, he licked and lapped and suckled, and shifted so he could massage and squeeze and caress one while plying the other with his mouth.

I whimpered, moaned, and clawed my fingers down his spine. Ached to feel more, to lose myself more fully in this. Fear snuck through me, but I didn’t let it take over.

I was safe.

I wanted this.