Page 10 of Hot Touch (Love To The Rescue #3)

SEVEN

NATHAN

I couldn’t believe she was here.

In my house.

I felt like a dirty old man as I opened the door, unable to stop myself from checking her out as her curvy body brushed against mine.

The tiny sliver of tan skin the tee showed made my mouth water for a taste.

My hands ached to touch her smooth skin to feel her softness.

She stepped through the front door, and all I wanted to do was kick it closed and shove her up against it.

Fuck, I was in trouble.

I had no idea what the hell I had been thinking when I’d offered to bring her to my place. Shit, I had completely expected her to turn me down. Maybe even tell me to go to hell. But she hadn’t, and that only proved how you never knew unless you asked.

My sweet angel had agreed, and now we were here.

Inside my house, she looked around, soaking in everything. I wondered what she saw. If she liked it. Fuck, I was ready to offer for her to change whatever she wanted, all in an attempt to have her never leave.

I’d tell myself all these stories about the people who lived here. What it would be like to live here one day. Have my own family here. Her words bounced around inside my head. I’d be up to giving my baby girl that family. Shit, we could start trying right here and now if she wanted to.

“Umm,” I started to say, but the words got stuck like chunky peanut butter on the roof of my mouth.

A glance at her nailed my feet to the ground when our eyes connected.

Standing side by side, she was so much smaller than me.

So delicate. Feminine. Mine, a voice in my head growled.

It felt like in the blink of an eye, my head was bombarded with image after image of all the different ways I’d love to position her.

I felt out of control. Like a feral animal left out of its cage.

I’d never felt a need running through my veins like this before.

To possess. To claim. To keep. But fuck me if I’d scare her away.

“Would you like something to drink?” I tried not to wince at the offer. It sounded like a come-on. A cliché. “Water or soda or?—“

“Something stronger?” she requested. My cock went from half mast to standing at attention.

She blushed, but the glint in her eyes told me she felt this. The insane pull towards one another. The sexual tension seemed to build with every second that ticked by. I took her hand in mine. I didn’t want to get her drunk or give her anything to take the edge off.

“How about a coffee?” I suggested and saw something flash in her eyes before it disappeared.

“Coffee?” Her lips twitched, and her light brown eyes sparkled.

When she leaned in closer, I had to take a deep breath. Her soft scent filled my lungs. Not enough to figure out the notes but sufficient to want more. Her hand drifted to my chest, and my eyes dipped to it.

It was so small. Warm and strong. My knees wanted to buckle under her touch, and all she’d done was touch my chest. We weren’t even skin to skin.

She blinked, and my eyes dropped to that pretty mouth of hers.

The bottom lip was puffier, bigger than the top, but that top lip?

The perfectly created little bow drew me in, made something inside of me want to lick it, suck on it.

Get it nice and puffy from my attention before she wrapped it around my cock.

Fuck. Just like the night before, I couldn’t believe she was this pretty. She was stunning. Perfect. Real. A natural beauty who radiated innocence I wanted to shield and protect all while corrupting the fuck out of her.

“How about over ice?” she suggested. A sweet little smile touched the corners of her lips, and if I hadn’t been a goner before, I would have been right then and there.

“I can do that,” I promised, envisioning taking her clothes off piece by piece, running my hands up and down her body without missing an inch of skin. “I can definitely do that,” I repeated. She chewed on her lip.

For a moment, I wondered if my sweet baby girl could somehow read my mind. Like she knew I wasn’t thinking about fucking iced coffee. Maybe she does. She leaned in closer, and her hand glided up to my shoulder like a seductress.

“Or maybe we can skip the iced coffee?” Her eyes looked at me with the same longing I felt deep in my balls.

“Alex—“

“I’m going to be very honest here because I don’t know how to be anything other than myself.”

“That’s a good thing, baby girl.” I watched her swallow, but her eyes seemed to dim almost sadly.

“I like when you call me that.” She blushed like she realized she’d said it out loud.

“Baby—“

“I’m boring,” she blurted. “I’m not exciting.

Not in the least.” I stilled, then my hand found its way to her hip and held her against me.

“I mean, you met my sisters. Liz looks like she literally walked off a runway and saves lives as a nurse, who literally travels around the country. Jack… Jackie might be all over the place, but she’s bubbly and bright and warm.

It’s what attracts people to her content and why she has enough followers on social media to get paid for it.

And me…” Her voice drifted off to nothing, and my brows bunched together.

“You?” A brow rose, willing her to keep talking.

“I’m… I’m an accountant. I work from home most of the time. I hardly go out more than to the bookstore and back home. I have grandma-like hobbies and… I’ve hardly been kissed. I’ve never…”

“What?”

“Had a one-night stand.” My hands gripped her hips, and she kept talking.

Blurting things as her pretty, full cheeks turned a smidge brighter with every confession.

“I’ve only had sex once, and it wasn’t that great.

” Once. My girl was practically a virgin.

My girl. I stared at her, unable to say all the things I wanted to tell her. “I like certain, umm, things and?—“

“Things?”

“Kinks?” she shared shyly. My eyes grew large.

“Kinks,” I repeated roughly. That was the last thing I’d expected her to say. Especially after telling me just how inexperienced she was.

“Or I think I do. I mean, the books I read, I’d love to try a lot but…” She licked her lips, and everything inside of me needed to know.

“But what, angel?”

“When I met you, there was only one thing I wanted to call you. One thing that kept running through my head.” My right hand left her hip, and the tops of my fingers skimmed her arm. I loved how goose bumps flared to life beneath my touch.

“What’s that, Alejandra?” I used her full name, the tone of my voice a little deeper. Sterner.

“Daddy,” she said softly. Almost shyly.

She was such a mystery.

Alex might have thought she was the boring one, but from the moment I’d met her, she kept me on my toes.

Surprising me at every turn. One moment bold and brave, and the other shy and almost innocent.

Inexperienced. It spoke to this part of me I had never really explored because I’d never met the right woman.

A part of myself I’d known lay beneath the surface of my very being.

Daddy.

Not only did she want to call me it, I wanted to be that for her.

There was no other word for it. That was exactly what I wanted to be with my sweet angel.

I wanted to be her daddy. The man she counted on.

The one who cherished her and took care of her.

Held her and shielded her from the world.

The one who made her life better because that was his job with every breath he took.

“You want a daddy, little girl?” I asked, unsure of how to play it. My cock shouted how he wanted to do it, and my balls drew up tight, filling up with a special creamy treat as he agreed.

“Have you, umm… ever…”

“No.” I shook my head. “But I won’t lie to you.

The dynamic is something that’s always called me.

” My fingertips left her arm and touched her face.

“But if you want to explore and learn, we can do it together.” She swallowed hard and trembled slightly.

“Unless you want to rest. I’ll make us iced coffees and a snack and—“ She rolled her eyes, letting me see a little bit of that sassy side to her.

And even that hint of brattiness got me hard.

“I want you.”

“Baby—“ Her hand dropped and pressed against my length. I groaned

“You feel like you want me, too.”

“Little girl,” I tried to warn, but it seemed like it only got her excited, judging by the way those pretty little nipples that had already been standing at attention behind that pretty crop top since we’d left the hospital seemed to grow more pronounced.

“Please… Daddy.” The last word came out soft, just above a whisper, but it made all the blood rush down south as I stepped forward, pressing even closer.

“You need to know something, pretty girl. You call me that one more time, there won’t be any turning back.

Do you understand me, Alejandra? You call me that again, you’re mine.

And to be clear and honest, not just for today or the weekend.

This isn’t a one-night stand. You’re mine until my last breath. ” She shivered.

“You’re really good at the whole, umm… dirty talk,” she said shyly, giving me another taste of that innocence.

“Fucking hell, Alex,” I growled, pressing my forehead against hers. Sweat started to form at the back of my neck. Sweat I wanted to cover her up with. Shit. I didn’t want any part of my princess to not somehow, someway be marked with me.

“It’s not dirty talk. It’s the fucking truth,” I strained through my teeth. My body was yelling at me to shut the fuck up and take her.

“You’re just saying that.”

“I’m not. No games, no bullshit, Alejandra. I take you now? I keep you. You’re mine.” She was already mine, but there was no reason to freak her out even further when I knew I was coming on strong.

“We just met.”

“I don’t care. The moment I saw you, I knew,” I admitted.

If my beautiful angel had any goddamn sense, she would kick me in the balls and run out screaming for help.

But when she didn’t, I found myself confessing everything.

“When I saw you, it felt like everything stopped. Time. Up was down. Down was up. I even forgot we were in the middle of a fire.”

“You didn’t.”

“I did, and you know it.” She opened her mouth, probably to argue, but shut it.

She’d been there. She’d felt it.

“I fell in love with you before I even knew your name. Everything that happened, I couldn’t let go of you.

I didn’t like the idea of another man touching you, and I swear to god, had it been any other paramedic with a dick other than Ron, he wouldn’t have touched you.

Shit, Alex, you saw how much I fought him, and he's like a brother to me.” I dragged my nose along hers, the need to be closer to her overwhelming and impossible to ignore.

“So… I might not know your favorite color or food. I might not know your middle name or if you like cats or dogs more, but I know if you give me the go-ahead, you call me daddy one more time, I’m going to pick you up, and my steps won’t stop until we’re in our bedroom.”

“Our bedroom,” she repeated, her eyes wide and curious.

“You think what’s mine won’t be yours once I take my angel?” I asked, hoping to fucking hell I hadn’t just ruined everything by being this goddamn blunt.