“I’m scared,” she whispers. “I’m so scared to let you in and have my heart broken again.”
“If it makes you feel any better, I’m scared shitless too,” I softly chuckle. “You have more power than you realize in this situation. I could easily lose both of you if at some point you decide to walk away.”
“I’m not sure if that’s an option anymore for me,” she admits softly. “I always seem to find myself back in your arms no matter how hard I try to fight it.”
“Maybe,” I say, bending down close to her lips, “it’s because you belong there.”
“Maybe I do.” She breaks out into a smile, and I feel some of the weight she carries being set free.
“Did I finally break through one of those walls of yours?” I lean back and fight a grin.
“There’s a small crack you might be able to squeeze through.” Her eyes light up as she holds back a teasing smile.
“I’ll take it.” I bring my lips to hers and dive into pure heaven. One kiss with her and I lose every bit of control. She may be scared that it’s me who will break her, but every time I’m with her, I feel myself falling more and more. She’ll own me before too long, and my heart will no longer be mine. I just pray to God I get the same in return.
My tongue tangles with hers as we desperately try to feed this starvation that’s suddenly flowing through our bodies. I feel her hands roam up my chest before settling on the back of my neck. Her fingers sink into my hair, keeping us locked together.
When I feel her tongue swipe my lip ring and give it a gentle tug, it takes everything in me to break away.
“We need to get back out there before Bee comes looking for us.” I step back away from temptation and roughly run a hand through my hair. My dick throbs painfully as I try to keep it together.
“You’re right,” she says, pushing off the door and smoothing out her tank top. I watch fascinated as she lets her hair down before quickly redoing her bun in a matter of seconds. “What?” She smiles when she notices me staring at her.
“Nothing.” I slowly shake my head. “I just love watching you.”
Her dimples appear, and a slight flush lines her cheeks.
“You’re not so bad yourself.” She turns and opens the door before looking over her shoulder as our eyes meet. “Maybe I could wake up to you every day, too.” The corner of her mouth twitches as she dangles the admission in my face and disappears out of sight.
Yeah, I’m fuckedwith a capital F as a cheesy-ass grin spreads across my face.
So this is what pussy-whipped feels like?
Surprisingly, it doesn’t feel as horrible as I thought it would. I still feel like a man who has his balls intact. In fact, I feel pretty damn good right now. I’m breaking down her walls and if me willing to drop to my knees in order to keep her means I’m chained to her then call me Mr. Pussy Fucking Whipped.
Walking back out, Olivia is measuring the coffee for her espresso machine and looks up when I enter.
“Do you want somecoffee?”
“I can always use a cup of coffee,” I grin, sitting down at one of the bar stools. Bee comes running in with Gizmo at her heels. She’s adorable in her pink sundress and cute ponytail. Now that I know more of the story, I can’t help but wonder what type of guy wouldn’t want to be part of his own daughter’s life. I just met her, and she’s already got a piece of my heart.
“Gizmo loves my room. I read him The Little Mermaid. Well, I can’t actually readallthe words yet, but I know the story so well that I didn’t need to know them all.” She climbs onto the stool next to me and starts to swing her legs.
“I bet he loved that,” I grin. I’m rewarded with a big smile and dimples just like her momma. I have a feeling I’m in major trouble here. My nieces have me wound around their little fingers, and I will literally do anything for them. Olivia and Bee in the same room? There will be no hope for me.
I glance up at Olivia as she places the mug of coffee next to me.
“I took a chance and made it like I make mine with just a hint of sweetness.”
I take a sip and moan. I can tell she knows what she’s doing. Travis has a similar machine, and when he lived here, I got spoiled on the mornings I was home.
“Yours is better than Travis’s,” I say, taking another sip, “and if you tell him I said that, I will deny every word.”
“My lips are sealed,” she giggles.
“Is that cinnamon I taste?”
“I put a little in the sweetener,” she nods and brings a mug to her lips.
