She turned her face to the side. “This is so embarrassing.”
“Stop that. I told you not to look away from me.” He put his finger on her chin and slowly made her face him. His gaze burned with a light she hadn’t seen before.
“Whether you’ve had sex with fifty men or none, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“But you said it changes things.”
“It does, and in so many fun and wonderful ways.”
Lowering his head, Johnny captured her right nipple with his warm lips and sucked her tip within the heat of his mouth.
The room swayed, and Isolde gasped for air as a delicious tingle connected nipple and clit in a heady sensation. Her skin erupted in tiny bumps all over.
“Daddy.”
He lifted his head and smiled. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“I… Yes. Oh. I didn’t know.”
“Haven’t you touched yourself before and reached climax?”
Her cheeks flushed again. “Well, yes. But my hand didn’t feel this good.”
“You’re so cute,” Johnny said. With slow caresses, he moved long strands of her hair back from her face. “So many things I want to show you, so many pleasures. I’m going to love you in every possible way.”
“Now?”
She thought he would laugh, but his face turned serious. “Not yet. First, I want you to lift up your butt.” He opened the pj pants, then slipped them up to her waist. Without pause, he put on her top and buttoned it closed. “I’m going to seduce you, princess. You deserved to be wooed and charmed. I’m going to entice and tempt you, drive you crazy with desire, and when you get there, I’ll make love to you. I promise, the first time I possess you will be unforgettable.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
The vacation house was equipped with everything Johnny would need for a relaxing day paddling downriver. A note pinned to the door of the storage closet explained to the guests thatthe canoe was moored to the property’s wooden dock by the river’s edge. Inside the closet, he found oars, fishing rods, and a tackle box, in addition to waders, rain boots, floppy hats, a selection of sunscreens, and bottles of insect-repellent.
He took the oars out and went to the kitchen, where Isolde was finishing her cereal.
“I’m taking the oars to the canoe. It’s supposed to be tied to the dock. Take your time eating. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Isolde put her spoon down. “Okay, Daddy. Do you have any fun ideas for today?”
“It’s sunny but not very hot. We could spend a few hours exploring the river. See where it takes us. How does that sound?”
“Love it.” She smiled.
“Great. I’ll be back soon.”
Johnny made his way to the bottom of the slope, where he found the deck and the tied canoe, both in good condition. The wooden platform extended about ten feet into the water. Visoring his eyes, he squinted out to study the river’s condition. Though the surface appeared placid, the brisk passing of fallen leaves, twigs, and other floating debris revealed a lively current existed at the center of the stream—the deepest part. He wouldn’t have to row very hard, and Isolde would enjoy a lazy trip downriver. He placed the oars in the canoe, and, satisfied with how things looked, he headed back to the house.
Halfway up the hill, his phone dinged with a text from Barron. He stopped to read.
Quick update. Deacon’s riding to Garden City with an escort.
Johnny laughed. The Dalton prez was so full of himself.
WTF. Escort? Dude’s a bit much. Why?
Barron came back right away.
Backup. He’s afraid of an ambush on the road. He wants to discuss Isolde and you with our prez.
