Page 11 of Hot Touch (Love To The Rescue #3)

EIGHT

ALEJANDRA

I wasn’t sure how I was still standing. All of Nathan’s words bounced around inside my head. No turning back until my last breath. You’re mine. I fell in love with you before I even knew your name.

Daddy’s words replayed over and over.

“I thought…” I started to say but stopped when wet hit my eyes. No regrets. “I thought I was the only one who felt it,” I admitted and watched a muscle in his jaw tick. His hands dropped to his sides, and the loss of his touch on my body left me feeling cold. Achy.

And I knew there was only one thing for me to do.

“I thought it was purple when I was little, but it’s blue. Blue like your eyes.” I didn’t make any sense.

“What?” His brows bunched, and I stepped back, enjoying the way he followed me. matching me step for step. But I didn’t explain. I just kept blathering on.

“Pizza: mushrooms with pepperoni. Or any kind of pizza, because what carbs aren’t delicious?” I shared. I saw the moment he figured out what I was saying. “And I love dogs. Cats are cute, but I’m allergic and—“ My back hit the wall, and there he was.

In front of me

Caging me in, surrounding me with his powerful body and sinfully incredible scent.

“Alex. Baby girl, I don’t think you get what you’re doing.”

“Am I playing with fire… Daddy?” I asked almost breathlessly. I breathed in and loved the smell of him. Citrusy notes mixed and swirled with smoky notes of vanilla and wood. He smelled fresh. Clean. Mine.

“Alejandra,” he rumbled with a clear warning.

Before the fire, before realizing just how short life could be, I would not have been poking the bear, kindling the fire that was simmering between us about to go ablaze.

No way. Hell, I wouldn’t have even been able to get in a car with him.

But now? After last night and the promise I’d made myself?

No regrets.

That’s exactly how I was going to live from here on out. And I couldn’t think about a better idea than spending it with the one and only man who had woken something inside me for the very first time in my life.

My hand moved to his chest, and he braced.

His gaze told me he expected me to push him away.

Ask for space. And maybe the old me would have done that.

But now? After meeting him? I leaned into what I felt.

Ready to ask for what I wanted. Nathan’s body heat radiated, and his clean manly scent filled my lungs.

Pushing him away was the last thing I wanted to do.

I felt alive for the first time in my life and wanted nothing more than to live life to the fullest. And he was the man I wanted to do it with. I felt safe with Nathan, with Daddy, to explore as much as I wanted.

“Little girl.” His chest rumbled, and I loved the way it felt.

My thighs pressed together. He made me feel small.

Not in an inferior way but a delicate one, feminine.

The way his muscles shifted beneath his shirt.

The only way it’d feel better would be if I were touching skin.

My hands slid down his chest and stopped at the hem of his shirt.

“What do you think you’re doing, little girl? ”

“Maybe I want to play with fire?” My lips parted, and I took a sharp breath of air when I felt his skin. He was hot, almost burning up, but his body… Geez. It was hard. I could feel the ripples of his defined abs peppered with thick hair.

“Alejandra.”

“Please,” I whispered, licking my lips. His nose flared.

He looked so good in front of me. Older and rugged, like a warrior who had seen a lot and wanted to do nothing but worship at my feet. I was captivated by the way his pronounced Adam’s apple bobbed heavily. Like Daddy was holding on to his withering control by a splitting thread.

He jerked a nod, silently giving me permission.

There was something so sexy, so empowering about it.

He didn’t seem like the kind of man who just handed over control like that.

I started to pull the soft cotton tee up and up until I couldn’t reach further.

But it didn’t matter. Daddy happily helped pull it the rest of the way.

My eyes felt like they were going to pop out of their sockets as I stared at him.

Bare chested and on display for me. My mouth watered at the sight.

His massively broad chest had thick, coarse hair sprinkled all over it in an array of light browns and grays.

My greedy hands stroked up and down his torso.

My nipples tightened at the feel of his chest hair, almost tickling on my palms while making warm, electric currents rush through my body and wet warmth pool between my legs.

“Baby,” he growled. My eyes met his. There was no turning back. I was his. He wasn’t wrong about that. But in turn, that meant he was mine, too.

“Alejandra, I’m trying to be good here, but fuck.” His forehead pressed against mine, his nose skimming the length of mine. His hooded gaze dropped to my mouth. “I’m trying to be good, but you’re fucking killing me here, baby girl. If I take you…”

“Please, Daddy,” I mustered the courage to say. The term made my thighs press together. I couldn’t believe I’d said it out loud, but there was no other thing I could imagine calling Nathan. Even his first name felt wrong compared to the term of endearment. “Please, Daddy. I want you. All of you.”

“Forever,” he added, and I nodded. He shook his head with a huff of air that left my lips tingling. “Say it,” he demanded, and I gave it to him. Gave him so much more than he was asking for.

“I fell in love with you, too,” I confessed.

My heart felt like it was about to beat out of my chest. “I fell in love with you before knowing your name,” I repeated his words while looking at his tee, but it didn’t make them any less true.

His big hand touched my face with a solid hold, one that anchored me, made me feel like I belonged to something so much bigger. To him.

“My little girl’s too fucking sweet for her own good,” he rumbled. His head slowly dropped to mine. “Tell me.”

“I want you forever, too, Daddy.” They were the easiest six words I’d ever spoken. It was insanely crazy, but I meant it. An animalistic sound broke through him, and before I knew it, he picked me up, completely tossing me over his shoulder, and I yelped.

“Wait, what are you—“ His palm smacked my ass; the joggers I’d borrowed from Jackie were nowhere as thick as I’d thought they were. “Did you just spank me?” I asked incredulously.

“Daddy’s girl getting sassy?” My sex clenched, and I tried to rub my thighs together, but it was hard being almost upside down.

“Quit squirming that little pussy against my shoulder before I spank you again,” he threatened, but I took it as a promise.

I’d read about all sorts of things and kinks.

Spanking and daddies in books always called me; so had getting tied up, but we had time to explore.

We have forever.

I chewed on my bottom lip for a second before I knew what I was going to do. I squirmed and was rewarded with the exact punishment Daddy had promised. His massive palm rose and fell against my butt cheek before squeezing the ache out.

“You liked that, do you?” he asked with a dark chuckle in his voice. “Oh, baby, we’re going to have so much fun,” he promised, and I had a feeling my big bad fireman daddy would more than deliver.

Before I knew it, we were not only in his bedroom but walking straight to his bathroom.

He kicked the door shut before he swung me back up and made sure I brushed against his front before my feet touched the tiled floor.

I’d only felt his length for a moment, but he was thicker, longer, and harder than anything I’d ever had before. He stepped back, and I frowned.

“Shh,” he hushed, his eyes roaming over my body.

“My girl had a long day,” he said. “Tough night.” He reached to turn on the shower.

“You’re going to be a good girl for me and do as I say, right?

” I nodded because watching him, hearing him be bossy, was really hot.

“Take the top off, Alex. Daddy wants to see what he’s been waiting his whole life for. ”

“Nathan,” I breathed, but he tsked, shaking his head, stepping back further.

“Who am I to you, baby girl? What do you call me when it’s just us?”

“Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he praised, then his big hands moved to his own waist. My tongue felt too big for my mouth as he undid his belt buckle, then the top button of his denim pants.

I felt warm from head to toe. “Now, do as you were told, princess.” My hands moved to the hem of the cropped T-shirt, and when I hesitated, he saw it.

“Take. It. Off.” He enunciated each word almost like his patience was running out. I swallowed and pulled the top up and over my head, holding the discarded material in front of my chest. “Let me see you, baby girl. Show daddy everything.” I licked my lips.

My head was a loud mess.

Part of me was scared. What if I turn him off? My body was curvy and soft with some stretch marks. I wasn’t thin and lithe like Liz or petite like Jackie.

“Drop it.” The words felt like they echoed in the bathroom.

Before I could think, my hands did his bidding.

I watched, fully captivated by the way he licked his lips.

“Bra, too,” he scraped, and even though my hands shook and I had to remind myself of no regrets, I reached behind me, holding the cups with one hands while slowly dropping one strap before doing the same with the other.

He nodded. His Adam’s apple rose and fell.

My bra dropped right on top of the shirt, and his chest rose and fell, his breathing changed.

“Jesus Christ.” His voice sounded deeper. “Look at you,” he rasped. His hands at his sides flexed, opened and closed in fists like he was trying to keep himself in check. “The rest of it.” His eyes heated.