Page 141 of Little Sunshine

Bold.

Sure.

“Who am I?” He pinched my clit between his fingers and another aftershock slashed through me.

“Daddy,” I hissed out, my eyes closing.

I forced my lids open in time to see a look of peaceful contentment filling his expression as he inhaled deeply. He leaned forward, cupping the back of my head to tug me to him.

I turned my head at the last second.

“You got two seconds to tell me why you just turned away from my kiss,” Ash rumbled.

“You just… I… It’s…”

Even though I hadn’t finished three separate sentences, he got what I was trying to say. “Kiss me, or I spit your taste into your mouth.”

I blinked, caught off guard by his threat and my body’s response to it.

He dropped his hold like he was going to squeeze my cheeks to open my mouth, but I moved before he could and kissed him. He took it further, plunging his tongue in to force me to taste it. The sweet tang of my arousal mixed with something that was all Ash.

It wasn’t bad or gross.

I may be on the verge of sensory overload and death by orgasm, but I’m willing to risk it if he keeps doing stuff like that.

Ash pulled away to stand while my arm slowly slid out from behind me until I was flat on my back on a—thankfully sturdy—coffee table.

He just has to give me five minutes.

I got approximately twenty seconds before Ash picked me up. “Let’s get you upstairs.”

I assumed he meant that in a euphemistic kinda way, but after carrying me to the bedroom, he set me down near the bathroom. “Get ready for bed while I lock up the house.”

Wait, what?

I didn’t have the chance to ask before he left the room. I stood and looked at the empty doorway before snapping out of it. It may not have been what I thought we were doing, but a good idea was a good idea.

And after everything that’d happened on the coffee table, I desperately needed a change of clothes.

I grabbed a pair of pajamas and went to the bathroom to get ready. By the time I finished, the light was off, and Ash was already in bed. Shirtless. As in, no shirt. Splashes of colorful tattoos swirled with black and gray ones, but I couldn’t make out any of the details in the dim light from the plug-in. He was typing something on his phone, but as soon as he saw me, he put it down and tossed something my way.

I caught it and unraveled the plain gray tee that was as soft as butter.

“From now on, you sleep in my shirt.”

Since that was fine by me, I went back into the bathroom to switch clothes, and then put my refolded pajamas away before returning to the bed.

I climbed in, feeling more awkward than I had the other couple of times we’d shared a bed. Likely because there was the possibility that our sleeping together could change to sleeping together. I was tense, waiting to see what he’d do.

I didn’t have to wait long. Before I could even pull the covers over me, Ash sat and lifted the tee I wore. One second, my panties were there. The next, they were being tugged down my legs and flung across the room. “In my shirt and only my shirt.”

Surprisingly, that was fine by me, too. “Okay.”

“Okay,” he repeated, positioning me so I was on my side with my head on his bare chest. He pressed his lips to my forehead. “Go to sleep.”

I was sated and exhausted, but even in the stretching silence, I couldn’t obey him. It wasn’t my mind keeping me awake—though it did keep replaying the Greatest Hits from my day—it was my body.

It was restless.

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