Page 12 of Hot Touch (Love To The Rescue #3)

I kicked off the sandals my sister had let me borrow before pulling and tugging the neon-green joggers off my body. Every nerve ending was fully awake. Sparkling and hyperaware of the soft drag of the material of my pants as I took them off, along with my panties.

“Look at you,” he breathed, “Turn around for me. Never seen anything more beautiful.”

“Daddy.” My heart was ready to bust through my chest.

“Please.” His voice cracked, and I did as he wanted.

As I turned slowly, my face felt hot. Who was I kidding? My whole body felt white hot.

My inner thighs were slick with my arousal, and when I turned back to look at him, my eyes widened. Nathan was no longer standing across from me but right in front of me. His hands rose and cupped my face, tilting my head up.

“If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so. Understood?” I nodded because words were too hard to spit out.

“Good girl.” His thick thumbs grazed my cheeks before the pad of one thumb ran cross my bottom lip.

“Such a good girl for daddy.” The pad of his finger pulled my flesh before letting it go.

“Kiss daddy, sweet angel. Kiss me,” he ordered softly. I rose on the tips of my toes and my lips touched his. My body trembled. This kiss was lightyears better than anything I’d ever experienced before.

Slow.

Soft.

His kiss was so tender, a sound of need escaped from me, and it was like the straw that broke the camel’s back. He groaned and deepened the kiss. His tongue touched the seam of my lips to open for him, and I did. I held on for dear life as he took control of the moment.

Deep and wet.

Our teeth scraped as we fought for more. Suddenly, his hands left my face and moved down my body before he lifted me up. Instinct kicked in, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I gasped, my eyes fluttering closed at the feel of how hard he was. For me.

“Daddy,” I whimpered, and he groaned. In the back of my head, I knew we were moving, but all I could focus on was Daddy. His lips. His body. The easy way he carried me. How good it felt to be in his arms.

Nathan’s hair was in my hands as I gripped him close, tugging on the ends. He took us into the steamy shower, pressing my ack against the now warm tiled walls.

“Yes!” I hissed the moment his lips left mine and touched my neck. “Please,” I pleaded, unashamed to ask for what I wanted for the first time. Feeling safe because it was Nathan I was giving myself to.

“Shh…” he hushed patiently. “No rushing me, baby girl.” I felt his smile against my flesh and squirmed against him. “I’ve waited forty- three years for you. I’m going to take my time.”

“You’re still wearing jeans,” I whined, and he chuckled before nipping at my neck. The pull of my skin between his lips felt like it was connected straight to my pussy.

I felt so empty.

So needy.

But he didn’t stop. He sucked and nipped at my neck, harder and harder.

I wanted him to leave a mark. Something I’d look at in the mirror tomorrow morning and blush at.

No regrets. God, I could never ever regret this moment, this huge, beautiful future I felt was possible with Nathan.

With anyone else, letting myself feel like this would have been na?ve.

But Nathan felt different. He feels like home.

“Nathan. Daddy,” I cried, and he let go with a pop.

“Fuck. You taste so damn good. Wonder if the rest of you tastes just as good.” He slowly dropped me down but didn’t let go of me until he knew I was steady on my feet.

“Let’s wash your bad day away.” That was hot. Swoon worthy.

I could easily picture him doing this on a regular basis and not just because I’d been in a fire. The image of him doing this time and time again in a future that hadn’t happened yet made tears well in my eyes. Tears I had to blink away under the cascading showerhead.

Water pounded down my body as he scrubbed my skin with his soap. The scent of him magnified in that steamy shower made my need mount.

“Daddy,” I whimpered when his thumbs brushed against my sensitive nipples.

“My girl’s so responsive. Sensitive.”

“Please.” I felt like I was about to explode with need.

“I got you, beautiful angel. I got you.” And he did.

His mouth touched my collarbone, then my nipples.

I gasped at the feel of his suckling, pulling in the turgid peaks in and out of his mouth before switching sides, lavishing the other one with just as much attention.

His blue eyes moved up and connected with me, like he needed to watch how good he made me feel.

“Daddy,” I whined, not able to stop pressing my thighs together and squirming to find some sort of relief. He dropped to his knees. His hands rested just outside of my thighs as he stared up at me with this look of devotion that made everything inside of me warmer. Mushier.

“Put your hands on the wall. Above you,” he ordered. My arms shook as they rose, and I pressed my hands like he’d requested. “Such. A. Good. Girl.” He dropped a kiss on my stomach and sternum between words. “Open your legs for me.”

“Daddy,” I gasped. My heart started to pick up even higher speed. He was… he was going to go down on me? “I’ve never…” The words died on my tongue, and I saw the moment he knew what I was talking about. Sheer male pride painted his features.

“Good.” He winked. “Ill be the only one to taste this pussy. Now, spread these perfect, pretty, thick thighs for me.” He lightly tapped on them. I did as he asked, never moving my arms from the shower wall.

“Daddy’s girl listens so well to him, doesn’t she? Look at you. Just like that. Jesus,” he rasped. “Look at you,” he said with awe in his voice.

My eyes dropped to look at him staring at me.

As embarrassed as I thought I’d feel at someone staring at me there who wasn’t a medical professional, I wasn’t.

Not even a little bit. Not when he was looking at my pussy like it was the prettiest thing he’d ever witnessed.

It made me open wider, and when his nose flared and his face dipped closer to my sex, my knees wobbled.

That first graze of his nose against me made me shiver.

But it was the deep inhale he took to smell me followed by the deep guttural sound that left me weak.

“This is the prettiest, most perfect little kitty,” he murmured, almost like he didn’t know he was saying these dirty things but simply thinking them.

I opened my legs wider, and he grinned like a Cheshire cat.

“I’m going to get you off with my mouth and fingers, and when that pretty, little pussy is milking my tongue, I’m going to claim this.

” I gasped at the feeling of his fingers toying with my back entrance.

“Has anyone had this tight little hole, baby girl?” I shook my head, unable to stop the way both holes clenched, so desperate for more. To be filled and stretched.

“You like this, don’t you?” He teased that hole again. Pushing but not exactly breaching it. Just to tease me. And oh god, it feel good! So much better than I could have ever imagined. “You ever play with yourself here?” I shook my head, breathless and dizzy with lust.

“Daddy,” I gasped, not sure if I wanted to ask him to stop or keep teasing me. Suddenly, his mouth was there.

Licking.

Kissing.

Sucking.

Slowly at first, picking up speed only to take it down a notch.

His thick, wide tongue lapped at my entrance, and the sounds of satisfaction, as if he was getting more out of it than me, drew me closer and closer to the brink of pleasure.

Heat and need coiled tightly, and when his thick fingers, two of them, entered me, stretched me, I was close.

So much closer and faster than I could ever have done myself in the rare times I tried to get myself off.

“Daddy!” I whined. “Please, more. I… I need––“ The words got stuck in my thorat.

“I got you,” he growled. His finger pressed down on a spot inside of me, one I hardly ever reached even with my toys, just as his tongue pressed all its attention against my clit.

Round and round it went, and my body tightened until it couldn’t anymore, and I shattered.

Exploded! I felt like a firework tossed up in the air that had collided and splintered into a million little flecks of glitter.

His attention slowed as my soul returned to my body, and I nearly collapsed.

Not that Nathan would let me. He stood, his arms wrapped around me, and held me to his chest. The gesture after making me feel the way he had was too much, and I cried.

“Shh,” he soothed, stroking my wet hair.

“I’m sorry.” I sniffled. “I don’t know why—“ My breath hitched.

“It’s okay. Nothing to say sorry for, baby girl.

You need to cry, not just today but ever, I’m here.

I got you. Always, no matter what.” Feelings clogged my throat.

“You’re mine, Alejandra. So, if you need to cry, I’m more than happy to hold you for however long you need.

It’s my job. My privilege as your daddy, pretty girl.

” He held me tighter, and I believed him.

When I was done crying, he simply washed my hair, not making it a big deal that I’d just broken down like a huge weenie.

After rinsing it out, he conditioned it, too, never asking for me to return the favor of what we’d done.

He’d gone down on me. He’d sounded like he got off on me on his tongue as much as I had.

Nathan hurried us out of the shower when he was done cleaning me up and wrapped me up in a huge towel that somehow smelled like him.

My eyes dropped the length of his body. He was still wearing his jeans.

They were soaked through, and there was no denying the huge bulge straining to get out.

My mouth watered for a taste. Just a look at the huge monster that should have felt a little intimidating had me hungry for more.

I didn’t say a word as I followed him into his bedroom.

I stood by the edge of his bed as he grabbed a Moonlit Pines Fire Department tee for me, but I shook my head when he offered it.

A brow rose on his handsome face before his eyes widened when I let the towel drop to the ground.

No regrets, a voice in my head whispered. I stepped forward.

“Alex,” he said, but I wasn’t going to let him stop me. He didn’t need to treat me with kid gloves. I was okay. I was alive, and he was, too.

Now it was my turn to taste Daddy.