Page 62 of I Saw Her First

God. The way she says my name like that.

She spreads her legs even further, fucking herself with the vibrator as she works her fingers roughly over her clit. “Come on me right here.”

Holy Jesus fucking Christ.

I explode.

My roar is enough to shake the building as I grip my pulsing cock, watching my seed splatter between Daisy’s thighs, her body spasming with her own orgasm. I come harder than I have in forever, painting her freckled skin with my release as she loses herself in sensation.

Our gazes lock as we come down from the high, catching our breath. Then Daisy does something completely unexpected and swipes a finger through my cum, raising it to her lips, sampling it. My heart jumps at the way she sucks it from her finger as if it’s melted gourmet chocolate. Her lips kick up on one side, and she lets out a long, satisfied breath.

Is there anything sexier than this woman?

I examine the mess I’ve made across her lower half, and grimace. “Sorry, that was—”

“So hot,” she finishes for me. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

I chuff a quiet laugh as I tuck myself into my underwear. “Neither have I, actually, and trust me, that’snotwhat I had planned for tonight.” With a sigh, I turn to find some tissue or awashcloth. “Give me a minute. I’ll grab you something to clean up.”

“Bathroom is along the hall, to the right,” Daisy tells me from the bed.

When I push into the small, tiled room, I spy the bathtub and change my mind, flicking on the tap and letting the tub fill with warm water. There’s a bottle of bubble bath on the counter so I add some, and when I spot candles on the windowsill with a box of matches, I light them and place them around the tub. This is far nicer than simply throwing a washcloth at Daisy. She can relax in the water and clean off.

But I’ll need to head home. I might have taken the edge off, but I know that given half the chance, I’d climb into bed and make love to her tonight.

“What’s taking so… Oh.” Daisy appears at the doorway, noticing the candles and bubbles. “You ran the tub?”

I lift a shoulder, trying to play it down. To pretend that it was a practical solution to clean herself up, and not because I wanted to do something nice for her after we were intimate. Not because I want to do so many more things with her, but I’m trying to take it slowly.

“I made a mess all over you,” I say, nudging Daisy toward the water. She’s still naked, and I need her to submerge herself, to hide under the bubbles so I can forget how exquisite she is.

Yeah, that’s likely.

She smiles, dipping a toe into the tub. Then she pulls her hair up into a knot on top of her head, before lowering herself into the water with a sigh.

“Thanks for tonight.” I inch toward the door. “I had a great—”

Daisy’s brows crash together. “You’re not joining me?”

I swallow, noting the way the bubbles don’t quite conceal her breasts. Her nipples are pink islands floating in the white foam, and my dick twitches to life again.

“I… I really should go.”

“Oh.” Her face falls. She glances down, picking up a handful of bubbles and blowing at them half-heartedly. “Of course.”

Her disappointment is tangible, a thick cloud that descends over the bathroom, and I hate myself for it. She deserves much better than for me to eat her food, come all over her, then leave. I want to tell her how I feel—that she’s the only woman I’ve ever been crazy about besides Lydia, that I never thought I’d feel this way again—but I don’t want to scare her, and I don’t know how to explain the hesitation tugging at me to take things slowly. I’ve never been in this position where I’ve wanted someone so badly, but also feel the need to hold back. It’s as new to me as it is to her.

And since I can’t find the words, I’ll do my best to show her.

“Scoot forward,” I say, unzipping my jeans and dropping them on the floor, along with my underwear. Then I step into the warm water behind Daisy, sliding my legs down either side of hers and pulling her back flush against my stomach. She sighs, leaning her weight back into me, resting her head against my chest. My heart melts at the feel of her in my arms, and I make a mental vow that nothing more will happen tonight. That this is the most I’ll allow myself to have with her.

“I shot another roll of film today,” Daisy murmurs, swirling her fingertips through the bubbles.

“That’s great.” I knew it was her day off, and it took all my energy not to call in sick to work this morning and spend the day with her instead. “What did you shoot?”

“I went to the West Village and took pictures of the neighborhood. I’d never noticed how pretty the buildings are.” She laughs self-consciously. “I don’t really know what I’m doing with architecture, but after Violet showed me the carriage houses in Brooklyn Heights, the old buildings in the city have fascinated me.”

I smile. It hadn’t occurred to me that she might like to shoot the historical buildings of New York, but if anyone can inspire that in her, it would be Violet. She runs the historical restoration business with Kyle.

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