Page 192 of Her Daddies' Everything

It had to be a test, because he knew that he could sway her right now into his arms. And that he could put a wedge between her and Jenner.

He opened his mouth to do just that, then shut it again.

Fuck. It.

“Think you’re wrong about that.”

“Wrong about what?” she asked.

“Jenner wanting you.”

“I’m not. I kissed him and he pulled away from me. He avoided me for ages afterward.”

What a dumb fucking bastard. Maybe Tobias didn’t have to do anything and Jenner would create that wedge for him.

And how happy would Immy be with that?

Fuck. Was he turning into a better man? Was she changing him? He wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

“I want you, Immy. I get that you can’t commit to that right now, that you’ve got to sort out shit in your head. So all I’m asking is that you don’t say no. Not right now. See where things go.”

“Is that not . . . is that not using you?” she whispered.

God. She was too fucking sweet.

“Not if I say it isn’t.”

“It still feels wrong . . . to have feelings for two men. You are enough. It’s wrong to want more. I don’t want to hurt your feelings.”

He had to hide his smile, not wanting her to think that he was laughing at her. But he had no intention of letting her go. Ever. The only way for her to hurt him was by walking away.

And that wasn’t even an option.

“Don’t worry about that. Although I am going to want one thing right now.”

“What’s that?” she asked breathlessly as he cupped the back of her neck and leaned down so his lips were just inches from her.

He couldn’t resist kissing her. Not any longer. He’d been a fucking saint waiting for this long.

“A kiss,” he told her before his lips brushed hers.

Then her mouth parted beneath his and he took full advantage, his tongue sliding into her mouth to play with hers.

Fucking hell.

He hadn’t thought this through, had he? Because now his cock was hard and pushing against his jeans. Tobias forced himself to draw back before he took this too far.

“Wow,” she said.

There was no artifice to this girl, she didn’t play games. And he found himself smiling as he ran his thumb over her wet lips.

“Just as I thought. As sweet as candy.”

“I did okay then?” she asked shyly.

He didn’t know how much experience she had, but he was guessing not much. “Better than okay. You were perfect.”

He liked that she didn’t have much experience, it meant that he could teach her just what he liked.

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