The word nearly floors me. Heat punches through my gut so hard I brace a hand against the wall to stay upright.
“Say it again.”
Her tongue flicks over her lip, slow and wicked.
“Daddy.”
I groan, dragging her against me so she can feel just how hard I am.
“That’s right. My pretty girl. My wife. You want me to take care of you?”
She nods, blue eyes wide now, bravado melting into need as her pupils expand and her breath comes out in rapid little puffs.
“Yes.”
I kiss her again, hard enough to bruise, swallowing the sound she makes in her throat. The last thread of restraint I’ve held onto these past few days snaps like dried wood.
Tonight, I’m not holding back.
She trembles when I kiss her, but she doesn’t back down. She never does. She fists my shirt, pulling me closer, daring me to swallow her whole.
I slide my hands down her sides, over the curve of her waist, gripping her hips. My wife. All mine.
The cats scatter when I lift her, but I don’t care. I tip her back onto the couch, my body pressing hers into the plush cushions. She laughs against my mouth, wicked and breathless.
“You’re a menace,” she whispers.
“No,” I growl, tugging the neckline of her dress aside so I can kiss her collarbone. “I’m your husband.”
Her nails rake over my shoulders.
“Same difference.”
The dress that wraps around her body like a lacy lover’s caress covers too much of her skin. I shove her skirt up, fabric bunching at her thighs. Black lace peeks out and I nearly lose my mind at the sight of the panties she teased me with yesterday.
“You wore these for me?”
Her grin is pure mischief.
“I wore it for myself.”
I grip her chin, forcing her eyes to mine.
“Not anymore. It’s all for me now.”
Her breath shudders.
“Greedy.”
“Daddy,” I correct.
She moans at the word, her head tipping back. Fuck, she’s gorgeous like this. I shouldn’t have made us wait this long. I could’ve made love to her every day this week. Spent all those nights licking her sweet pussy until she came on my tongue. Buried my cock inside her until the sun rose.
I drop to my knees between her thighs, spreading her wide. She gasps when I drag my tongue over the lace, soaking the thin fabric.
“Cole—”
“Say it right.”
