“No,” I say, stiffening my muscles to make it harder for them to do something regrettable. “I’m afraidyouwon’t be able to.”
5
CALLIE
“What’s the matter, Daddy?” I have no idea where that came from, but it rolled off the tongue so easily. And the look in Boone’s eye says he likes it just as much as I do. Like the stern, commanding façade’s about to crack as he plunges off the ledge of sanity. “Afraid you might enjoy what you find at the end of this road?”
Gliding my leg higher up his thigh, my ankle brushes against something hard, thick, and long. Had it not twitched against my touch, I might’ve thought it was his phone, or a pocket knife, hell, even a hammer. But this isn’t just any old tool from his toolbox; it’s a throbbing weapon meant for me.
“Callie…” He stifles a sound, but he’s about to crack. I can see it in his steely eyes that haven’t once looked at the screen showing all manner of usual horror movie gore. “You don’t want any part of me.”
His mouth tries to deny my advances, but his scarred hands have other plans. They slip over my leg, caressing bare skin as theymove higher. Past my calf, tickling my knee, where they come to a stop against my burning upper thigh.
“Never took you for a mind reader,” I tease and tilt my head and gaze up at him through my lashes.
Some part of me knows he’s right. I don’t want this. Ineedit. The way he looks at me as if I’m the last woman on the planet and he’ll do anything to keep me to himself. His touch, teasing so close to my aching pussy, I can already feel his pleasure trickling in. Those tattooed arms latching onto me while he helps me cross the threshold of innocence and depravity.
Just him. All muscled up, six foot six,him.
“Mind reader?” he grumbles, doing his best to keep his breathing in check.
“You’ve gotta be one. Otherwise, how would you know what I want?” I chuckle, and Boone snorts.
“Got me there,” he says, with hands hovering dangerously close to where I want them to be, without moving the final few inches. But his next question opens up the door for me to take control, if only for a moment, to get it. “Then tell me, princess, what is it you want?”
Playing around with the idea was easy enough, but a tight bundle of nerves forms in my belly when it’s time to make it happen. But I’ve come too far to turn back now, even if I am stepping into uncharted territory.
“I want this.” My heart slams against my chest like a war drum as I move my hand over his. I latch onto two fingers and tug them higher up my thigh.
Boone’s gaze snaps downward to follow the motion. His thumb tickles my inner thigh, almost soothingly. I ease back in the chair and part my legs. My foot brushes against his strained, throbbing cock again, and a little yelp of desire slips out of me.
The knot in my belly tightens in anticipation as his fingers meet my shorts. Boone’s breathing becomes strained, erratic even, right before he turns to me with a stern, serious look on his face.
“I want you to touch me, Daddy.” There it is again. Another utterance of a word I never thought I’d ever use in a moment like this, yet I can’t seem to stop myself from saying it.
And once more, Boone’s eyes flicker dangerously. As though the worddaddyis a pleasure switch in his brain, and I just turned it on.
He lunges forward and snaps his free hand around my neck before he pulls me into a kiss. He grunts and groans like some feral animal as our mouths lock and our bodies become one.
Keeping me locked in the kiss, Boone frees his hand from mine and travels up my shorts. Unable, or maybe unwilling, to control himself, he slots two fingers into the waistband and tugs them down in a single, swift motion.
“That was so fucking hot,” I mumble against his lips. But I’d have said that to anything he planned on doing.
He grins against my lips, circling his hand back around my waist until it reaches my burning lust. Returning to the kiss, his fingers start brushing against my pussy, teasing it in ways I’ve never felt before. My eyes roll to the back of my skull as the first euphoric sounds barrel out of my chest and get lost in Boone’s mouth.
I feel his fingers shaking as they dip ever closer to my hole. His calculated cautiousness unravels with every inch. But the sound of my heart thundering in my ears and the swell of butterflies in my belly stop me from changing anything. Not that I’d really want to, anyway. Letting Boone take control is the wise play.
And then it happens. With his thumb perched against my clit, a single finger glides between my lips. My body buckles at the intensely satisfying sensation of getting stuffed. I’ve never gone so far as to use two fingers, and I’m pretty sure one of his is bigger than both of mine combined.
I slip my arms around Boone’s neck as a way to ground myself. Latching onto him, fingernails digging into his shirt, and husky moans against his lips are all I can muster. No thoughts, head empty, just in the moment with him as his finger starts thrusting back and forth.
Boone releases his grip on my neck, allowing his hand to travel to the hem of my shirt. Like my shorts, one yank is enough to expose my breasts. And for a moment, he stops, finger deep inside of me with a goofy grin splashed across his rugged face. And it’s all because he gets to see my tits.
Heat swells from my core, a mixture of nervousness from being so exposed and eagerness for what comes next. It culminates in two searing hot cheeks ready to just about melt off my face completely.
“Exquisite,” he says.
Not a word I ever expected to hear out of his mouth, and yet it’s so perfect, I start to melt deeper into the sofa. But he doesn’t give me much leeway to move. He pounces on top of me again, his lips meeting my neck this time, making a brief stop to give itsome love before moving lower. And with his descent, his hand starts moving again. Gone is the stunned man who got a glimpse of my body, replaced by a lust-fueled monster.
