Page 27 of Secret Love (The Single Dad Playbook #2)

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

LITTLE KOALA

HENLEY

It’s after midnight and we’ve talked for hours. We took a shower earlier, where I tended to her. It was a helpless feeling, watching her cry. But I washed her hair and slid her vanilla honey body wash over every inch of her skin, trying to soothe away her pain in the only way I know how. Now we’re in her bed, naked, but I’m keeping my hands in the safety zone. We’re in a queen bed, smaller than what I’m used to, but I love the way she’s wrapped around my body like a little koala.

My dick is obnoxiously hard and has been all night, but I’ve done my best to ignore it.

She needs more than sex from me tonight.

Her father sounds like a spineless prick. I haven’t heard a single decent thing about him. Normally, I’d acknowledge a dad’s part for the way his daughter turned out, but something tells me Tru is as wonderful as she is all on her own and because of her mom, Stephanie.

“Henley.” Her voice is a caress.

Her fingers glide over my chest, tracing soft tickles over my skin.

“Yes?”

“Thank you for everything tonight…today. Since the day I met you. It's not like me to jump into anything fast. And I know from what you've told me that it isn't like you either. But I think you're so special. And I'm glad you're here.” She leans up and rests her chin on my chest. “You don't have to treat me with kid gloves anymore.”

I kiss her hair.

“I just want you to be okay. I don't want you to be dealing with all this, but I know you can't help but be sad right now. And I'm here. Whatever you need.”

“I need you ,” she says, kissing my chest.

My dick is already thoroughly stirred to life, but it jolts at this new contact. Her hand reaches down and slides over me, gripping me tight.

I suck in a breath.

“Come here,” I say, pulling her on top of me.

She reaches over and pulls a box of condoms out of her nightstand. “I bought these the other day just in case this opportunity ever happened again between us.”

My hands grip her hips and I grin up at her. “As you can see, I’m ready for you.”

“It’s been distracting me since the shower…and before.”

“Sorry.” I laugh.

“No, I just thought you were never going to do anything about it.” Her smile is sweet and seductive as she leans down to kiss me between her words.

“I wouldn’t have tonight, but not because I don’t want to.” My fingers play with her nipples, and I reach up to encircle my mouth around one. “I will always want to do this when you’re anywhere near me. I want you with everything in my being.” I laugh at how emphatically I say it.

She leans down for another kiss, her breasts sending fire to my skin with the contact.

“You're so beautiful, Tru. I feel so lucky to be here with you.”

“I’m the lucky one,” she says. “Have you seen yourself? Have you been around you? You're willing to forgo sex to wash my hair…if that's not the best kind of man, I don't know what is.”

She gasps when I shift her so she's centered on top of me, her wet heat against me.

“You feel too good,” I warn her. “And I'm going to have this image burned in my brain from here on out. You on top of me like this.”

She opens the condom packet and slides it on me before positioning herself over me. And then she begins to take me so slowly, her hips undulating as I inch into her. I remain still, letting her take her time. I don't want to hurt her. My fingers glide between her legs and I rub her with just the right amount of pressure until she's so wet she sinks onto the rest of me with ease.

“I already feel so close,” she says, gasping. “How do you do that?”

“Tell me what you like,” I say. “Show me.”

“I like everything you do.”

We don't speak for a few minutes as we rock back and forth. But our eyes never lose sight of each other. I move my mouth up to her breast in a hot trail of teeth and tongue and lips, but keep the steady momentum going between her legs too. I feel how every touch of her sweet bud sends reactions inside of her, which in turn makes me feel every shift, every flutter, every squeeze. She’s so swollen and greedy for me, I fucking love it. It doesn’t take long before she throws her head back and comes so hard, it’s a challenge not to lose it right along with her. I watch her in awe.

When her body relaxes, she leans down and kisses me, her insides still gripping me tight. I flip her over so she's on her back.

“Oh,” she moans. “Yes, please. You feel unreal. Go as hard as you want, Henley. I want it all.”

“Oh, tiny dancer. I have so much to give you,” I tell her.

“Yes! You’re so big and I love how you know exactly what to do with it,” she cries.

I laugh into her skin. I wasn’t referring to my size, more the way I want to inhale her and give her everything I’ve got, but I’m glad she thinks I know exactly what to do with my dick.

It's such a powerful feeling, the way she responds to me. Our hands trip over each other, desperate to touch everywhere. She opens her legs wider, arching up into me and meeting my thrusts so I’m even deeper inside of her. I love her sounds. I love the way her tits bounce with how hard we’re fucking. Her dark hair against her pale pillowcases looks like waves of ocean water in the night. My siren, calling out her siren song. The sounds of our skin slapping together, the creaking of her bed, it’s building the urgency in both of us to a frenzy.

“Faster,” she cries. “Ahh, you feel so good.”

Her nails dig into my skin, and I move my hands to her ass so I can grip her tighter as we move faster. She grips mine too. Our skin is slippery, fevered, and when her walls start clamping around my dick, I go off with a raspy yell.

“Henley, Henley, Henley,” she chants.

We're a fucking tidal wave that just goes on and on and on, higher and higher, until it feels like we’ve reached the depths of heaven and earth together. I lean back, my hands on her face. I push her hair back, and she blinks up at me, her eyes sleepy and sated and sparkling. Even in the dark room, I can tell they’re sparkling.

I kiss her and it feels like our sex. Powerful, deep.

“We're incredible together,” I tell her.

“We are,” she says. “Is it always like that for you?”

“No, not even close. This feels like brand-new territory. And I want you to know I'm here for it.”

“I am too,” she whispers.

I lean my forehead against hers and eventually, I carefully pull out of her. We both wince at the loss.

“I’m sorry.” I kiss her nose.

“I wish you could stay in there forever,” she says.

I grin and kiss her again. “Me too, trust me.”

I take care of the condom and get back in bed, and when she comes back from the bathroom, she crawls next to me and puts her head on my chest.

“I don't know if I can keep this a secret,” I tell her.

“I know, but it won't be long, right? We can do this.”

“I feel like I'll be obvious the minute anyone sees my face when I'm around you,” I admit.

“Let's just give Cassidy more time to get used to the idea and keep having nights like this.” She giggles against my skin. “I don't think I can get enough of you, Henley Ward.”

“Well good, because I can’t get enough of you either.”

We fall asleep, and when I wake up the next morning, spooning her and hard as a rock between her crack, she looks over her shoulder at me.

“Morning,” she says.

“Good morning. Did I wake you?”

“I’m not sure if it was this...” She tilts her ass back, encasing me even more, and I groan. “Or if it's all the light coming in.” She smiles. “Either way. I like waking up with you here.”

“Mm-hmm,” I grumble sleepily. “You're so sweet. You smell so good.”

“Well, don't get near my breath,” she says, turning her head back to face the other way.

I thrust against her, and she tilts back into me again, gasping. I lean over and grab one of the condoms from the table and slide it on, my fingers reaching between her legs to see if she's ready for me.

“I like how you’re so wet for me,” I say in her ear.

“Always,” she says.

I enter her slowly, and it's perfect.

I could really get used to waking up like this.