Page 35 of Daddy, Take Me Away
Her hands were already at his belt, unbuckling it in her own frantic need to get them skin to skin. He helped her, her breathy mewl as he seized her hips sending his blood pounding. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, and next he knew, he was thrusting deep into her welcoming heat.
God, the squeeze of her inner walls clenching around his cock.
“Hard,” she begged, but there was no gentleness left inside him. He needed her too much and no matter how tightly he held her, it just wasn't close enough.
“God!” she shouted, her back arching, her body quivering and clenching in flittery squeezes that gripped his pounding cock.
“Come,” he demanded even as she lost herself to the rip of the hardest, saddest orgasm he'd ever experienced.
He wanted to keep going, to pound her little pussy, thrusting himself into her until they were no longer two people. They were one, always and forever.
Bittersweet ecstasy tore him into pieces before the last shivers of her own pleasure calmed. His muscles locked painfully tight, his straining throat strangling the despairing roar that erupted from deep down inside.
He clung to her, his face buried in the curve of her neck and wishing hair, holding as tight as he could.
Neither one of them said a word. They lay there on the hardwood floor, together. Until both their phone alarms suddenly went off.
They were out of time.
He wanted to stay right here, holding her in his arms just like this until the end of time. But a man who couldn't do the hard things had no business being a Daddy with a Little.
So he helped her up and handed her clothes back. “Be ready in five,” he said and promptly excused himself to the bathroom. Just before he shut the door, he could have sworn he heard the sad whisper of her voice follow him in.
“I love you.”
Jesus.
Sagging into the closed door, he covered his eyes with his hand and silently fell apart.
Chapter Nineteen
Chloe stood by Hamish's SUV, her suitcase by her foot, just staring up at Hamish with all the things she didn't dare say locked behind her teeth.
The TSA security officer who'd warned them to move along had already walked away and still they both stood here, staring at one another. She couldn't move and if she opened her mouth, she was afraid she'd tell him again that she loved him. But he hadn't said anything back to her the last time she'd tried, so she kept it to herself.
It hurt less that way.
“Remember my rules?” Hamish finally asked, sliding his hands deep into his back jeans pockets.
Summoning her best smile, she nodded. “I'll follow them the whole way home. No deviations, no matter what, I promise.”
“Good girl.” He managed a brief smile too.
A shapely whistle blew. TSA was looking at them again, and Hamish was taking note.
“You know, if you ever want to come…”
Back again? Chloe stood breathless, her hands fists hidden in the folds of her skirt, terrified–hopeful–praying desperately for how she wanted his sentence to end, but he never finished it.
With a sudden step forward, he caught her face again in his strong hands and bent in close. She lifted her chin, trying to meet him halfway, but he pulled her face downward to press a lingering kiss on her forehead.
“Be safe,” was all he whispered into her hair, and then he let her go.
Turning sharply, he headed around his car to leave.
“Don't go” sprang to her lips, but somehow she managed to swallow that back too.
Suddenly, Hamish snapped around and charged back to her. This time when he grabbed her face, forget forehead kisses, he fiercely captured her lips with his, and oh, how they held onto one another.
