Page 66 of I Saw Her First
My heart swells in my chest, pressing against my sternum. “Wow, Daisy—”
“I mean, it probably won’t turn into anything,” she adds quickly, huffing a laugh. “I’ve never done portraits and I’m not a professional, so—”
Okay, fuck this.
I cross the few feet between us and pull her into my arms, holding her tight against me.
“That’s amazing,” I murmur into her hair, breathing in her scent. I can’t help myself. I brush my lips over her forehead, and when she glances up at me, my mouth finds hers, warm and soft.“I am so proud of you,” I say, then, drawing on whatever dregs of self-restraint I have left, I step away.
“Thank you.” Her eyes follow me, watching the way I put space between us again, and her brow dips. “Wes, did I… did I do something wrong?”
My chest tightens. I absolutely hate the way she’s looking at me right now.
“No.” I rub the back of my neck to keep my hands occupied. “Quite the opposite.”
“So you still want this? Us?”
“Yes.” I chuff a laugh at her understatement. Want this? Ineedit. Needher. “Very much.”
Her brown eyes swim with confusion as she looks up at me. “Then why…” She shifts her weight again. “Why did you leave last night? Why… why won’t you sleep with me?”
My breath trickles out. I’m an idiot. It’s been so long since I’ve done this that I’ve forgotten how to behave, how to communicate. It might be hard to find the words, but I need to, for her. She deserves an explanation.
“I like you a lot, but… I won’t take that from you until you’re sure,” I say carefully. “Because once I do, Daisy, there will be no going back. You’ll be mine.”
Her frown deepens. “First of all, you’re nottakinganything from me. Secondly, did you ever consider that might be exactly what I want, to be yours?” She shakes her head, as if debating whether to go on, then steps closer. Touching my cheek with a shaky hand, she adds, “I’m falling for you, Weston. I have been for a while now.”
Oh, God.
I drop my forehead to hers, breathing out hard. “I thought it was just me.”
“It’s not.” Her thumb strokes over my beard, feather-soft. “And I want to make love to you.”
My heart… fuck, my heart.
She sinks her teeth nervously into her bottom lip. “I want to be your girl, Wes.”
I drag my thumb over that lip, my pulse thundering. I want that so fucking badly I can’t breathe.
“You want to be my baby?” I ask, my voice rough.
She nods, swallowing, her gaze falling to my mouth. “I want to be your… babygirl.”
Oof. Why does that turn me on so much?
“Babygirl. I like that.”
She rises on her toes, eyes trained on my lips. “Will you please kiss me?”
She doesn’t need to ask twice. My mouth falls on hers with so much force she stumbles back, but it only takes her a second to regain her balance. Her arms twine around my neck and she presses her body flush to mine. I respond by sweeping my tongue across hers, and she opens her mouth wide to invite me in. When I press my hips forward, her whimper sends blood rushing straight to my cock.
“Will you please fuck me?” she whispers between kisses.
Christ almighty. I don’t know what I did in a past life to deserve having this woman beg me to fuck her, but I’m not wasting another second. We’ve waited long enough. Too long.
“Fuck yes, baby. Let’s go.”
I turn and take the steps two at a time, Daisy hot on my heels, giggling as she clambers up behind me. When I reach my bedroom on the second floor, I hesitate in the doorway, gazing at the room. The walls are an eggshell white, contrasting with the dark wooden floor and gold light fixtures. Even though it’s not functional, the original white marble fireplace has been preserved, mirrored by the black metal marble-topped nightstands flanking the bed.
