Page 53 of Protected By Her Daddy

“Where are we going?”

“To the rooftop garden. I’ve dreamed about fucking you out here,” he says, his eyes stormy with the promise of sensual delights.

I shiver in his arms as he opens the door and steps outside, drawing his scent deep into my lungs. He sets me down by the garden furniture and pauses to light the outdoor heater, banishing the chill. Then he sits on the large rattan sofa, his arms extended across the back, his eyes on me.

“Strip.”

A shiver oozes down my spine. I take my time, sliding down the side zip and letting it fall to my waist. Turning, I slide it over my hips so it pools on the floor at my feet. I’m only wearing a thong underneath, and as I bend to peel it over my strappy heels, I know he’s getting a great view between my ass cheeks.

“Fuck,” Gabriel hisses. “Leave the heels on.”

I smile as I turn to face him again, goosebumps rising over my entire body, my nipples pebbled to hard points. I don’t think I’ve ever felt as powerful as I do at this moment, seeing the burning lust and endless devotion in my husband’s eyes. Over the last few weeks, I’ve discovered that teasing him has one guaranteed outcome—an outcome I like even more than the teasing.

He stands, prowling toward me. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, circling me leisurely like a predator ready to pounce. He pauses in front of me, not touching, but his big, powerful body is close enough for me to feel his heat. “I want to try something.”

I lick my lips nervously. “What do you want to try?”

Instead of answering, he cups my face, smoothing his thumbs over my cheek. “Trust me.”

My heart hammers in my chest. “I do.”

One hand slides into my hair and gently tugs my head back, exposing my throat. Slowly, slowly, keeping his eyes locked on mine, he lowers the other hand to lightly circle my throat. I shiver, my pulse thrumming under his fingers as he gently caresses my skin.

“Okay?”

Tears prick my eyes. I know what he’s doing—he’s taking a bad memory and washing it away, replacing it with his touch.

I nod.

“Need your words, baby girl.”

“Yes,” I say firmly. “I’m okay. This is okay.”

He leans in, kissing my forehead. “I’m so fucking proud of you. Proud of how far you’ve come. Proud to have my beautiful wife on my arm tonight.”

“You made it possible, my love. You’ve helped me become the best version of myself.”

“Call me that again.”

I smile, falling into his warm, velvet eyes. “My love. My darling. My husband. The father of my child.”

His mouth descends to mine in a passionate kiss, and I pour everything I feel for him into his, meeting the thrust of his tongue with a wild hunger. Keeping his mouth on mine, he backs me up until my thighs hit the garden table.

Breaking the kiss, Gabriel grabs one of the seat cushions from the sofa and lays it on the table. He turns me, his hand on my lower back. “Bend over.”

I’m grateful for the boost my heels give me and the cushion beneath my stomach as I follow his instructions. My man always puts my comfort first, only to unravel me. Placing my palms flat, I turn my head to rest my cheek on the cool surface. He slides his leg between mine, nudging my thighs wider, and I shiver as the cool air teases my exposed pussy. Brushing my hair aside, he leans in to kiss my nape. My knees turn to water, and my heart slams against my ribs with anticipation.

“Hold on to the table, little one,” he says, his voice deepened to a growl.

I slide my arms forward, curling my fingers over the edge. Every nerve ending is alight with anticipation in this position. I know he’s there, but I can’t see him, which only adds to the lust surging through my bloodstream.

I moan and shift restlessly as his hands shape my hips and stroke my buttocks.

“You have a beautiful ass.”

He bites one cheek, and heat pools in my sex. I press my face against my extended arm, muffling a whimper. My blood hums with need as his hands glide up my thighs, and I hear him fall to his knees behind me. Pleasure crashes through me as he parts my folds and his tongue moves along my cleft. My stomach knots with desire, and I slump against the table as my knees give way.

He explores me with his mouth, sucking, nipping, licking until I’m lightheaded. His teeth graze my clit, and then his tongue penetrates me in a thick slide of wet heat. Sensation blazes through me as my orgasm washes over me, turning my bones into molasses.

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