My Father's Best Friend(8)

By: Fiona Davenport



Palming her cheeks, I looked straight into her blue pools. “You are too young, too beautiful, and I’m nowhere near good enough for you. But fuck, Lilah, I can’t resist you.” Then I slammed my mouth down over hers.





Chapter 4


Delilah


Holy moly! One moment, I was mortified about embarrassing myself because I’d spewed word vomit about babies and marriage to Ethan. And the next, I was on his lap in the back of a cab, his tongue in my mouth, while we were on our way to his hotel. My lips had parted in surprise, and he’d taken full advantage, his tongue tangling with mine and taking my breath away.

He didn’t lift his head until we pulled up in front of his hotel. “Come upstairs with me.”

It wasn’t really worded as a question, more of a demand. What I should have done was tell him to take me home, but I couldn’t make myself do it. Not when I wanted more kisses and to keep him looking at me like he wanted to take me right where we sat.

“Yes,” I whispered, and he dragged me from the cab after swiping his credit card to pay for our ride.

His dark, penetrating gaze didn’t leave mine, except to sweep over my body and linger at my chest, the entire ride up in the elevator. His stare had my nipples hardening under the scrutiny. The tension between us was palpable, the air around us practically crackling as Ethan led me into his hotel room and the door closed behind us.

Then he was behind me, and I felt the whisper-soft touch of his lips against the back of my neck. His fingers sifted through my hair, loosening it from the low side-bun I’d pulled it into earlier. “I told myself I wasn’t going to do this. That I should stay away from you for your own good. But I can’t do it. You’re just so fucking perfect.”

“Perfect?” I repeated, stunned. I really had thought I’d managed to ruin everything at the end of dinner. “I’m a mess. I was literally talking about babies and marriage on our first date. You shouldn’t think I’m perfect, you should be running in the opposite direction from the crazy woman you took to dinner.”

He spun me around in his arms, staring down at me with a blaze of fire in his eyes. “If you think I haven’t imagined what it would feel like to fill you up with so much of my come that it would be impossible for you not to be pregnant, then you really are crazy.”

“But you laughed at me,” I breathed out.

“I wasn’t laughing at you, baby girl. I’d never do that,” he swore. “I was laughing because you’re so fucking adorable. Because your openness is a breath of fresh air when I’m used to dealing with liars and cheats. And because it was just more proof that my decision to make you mine was the right one. It made me so damn happy.”

“Holy crap.” Any thoughts of walking out the door with my virginity intact flew right out the window. I wanted him too much, and as impossible as it was to believe, he wanted me right back. I’d never experienced anything like it, and I wasn’t willing to let go of how he made me feel.

“Tell me I can have you, baby girl. That you want to be mine. I swear, I’ll make you feel so fucking good.” His fingers drifted up my side to cup my breast through my sweater, making my breath catch in my throat. Then his thumb rubbed over my pebbled nipple, and my head fell back, my eyes drifting shut.

“Yes,” I gasped.

“Thank fuck,” he groaned. “I’m not sure what I would have done if you’d said no. I want you too fucking much.” He pulled me against his hard body and rocked into me, his hard-on pressing against my stomach and showing me exactly how much he wanted me. If we were judging the depth of his desire by the size of his dick, it definitely was too much because he felt huge.

“I don’t think you’re going to fit.” When I was nervous, I tended to blurt out every thought in my head, and there I went, doing it again.

He lowered his head, leaning in close to my ear. “I’ll be gentle.”

Then he lifted me in his arms and carried me to the king sized bed, carefully laying me down on the mattress. He lifted one of my feet up, slowly unzipping the side zipper of my boot and pulling it off before doing the same with the other side.

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