Page 14 of Lost to the Woods

“Touch me, Daddy.”

That was it.

Kissing her neck, my hands slid down her waist onto her perfect bubble butt. I slapped one of her ass cheeks playfully while my other hand dropped lower.

“Fuck,” I growled, slowly trailing my fingers against the soft, damp fabric of her lace thong. She was perfect. “What do you have over here?”

“You like?” she asked innocently.

God, she was such a tease.

I cupped her entire pussy with my hand, making her gasp. “Yes,” I rasped, crashing my lips against hers once more.

“Take them off.”

She didn’t have to say it twice. I fisted the delicate material, tearing it off her hips with one jerk. I then brought it to my face, inhaling her sweet, heady scent.

Fuck my life.

I groaned loudly into the fabric and my cock flexed. All I needed was to dive between her thighs and taste her. Pleasure her until she’d forget anyone else had ever touched her before me.

“Mmmm, you smell delicious,” I complimented, breathing hard, and I was ready to risk it all.

But our eyes locked in the dark. I don’t know exactly what I saw in hers, but it sobered me up. Maybe I didn’t have a moral compass, but I knew the difference between what society deemed as right and wrong. And I was trying to do the right thing by her.

“I can’t.”

She whined in protest, but I gripped her hips and flipped her beside me, untangling myself from her legs. She blinked up at me, confused, then her lips wobbled. “You don’t want me?” Her voice was small, broken. I couldn’t quite see her tears, but I knew they were there.

My jaw clenched. I wanted to laugh. Wanted to scream. Wanted to sayfuck itand pound the shit out of her until she knew that I had never wanted anything more in my entire fucking life.

It was a goddamn nightmare to be this close and yet so far.

But she was worth the wait.

I took her hand and pressed it against the straining bulge in my jeans. “This is how badly I want you, little bunny.” My voice was raw, my patience fraying, my throbbing cock harder than it had ever been. “Now, please, be a good girl before I lose control.”

Her breath hitched. Her fingers curled slightly, her palm warm against me. I barely held back another moan.

“Maybe I want you to,” she whispered sweetly, still tempting me. But she slurred her words, clearly not coherentenough to make such decisions. Or to understand that I wasn’t just some warm body to fill the void her fucking ex left behind. I wouldn’t settle for being a rebound. Especially if I ended up as just another blackout mistake to her.

“No. Not like this,” I said firmly, though my lips brushed hers softly, just to reassure her.

She prolonged the kiss but slowed down. Surrendered. As if she finally grasped why I’d stopped her. “You’re so good to me.”

Well, that was a fucking stretch. But hey, who was I to argue with that?

“I think I’m falling for you…” she mouthed against my lips, her hands grasping at my back to pull me closer like she couldn’t get enough. “I have been for a while.”

Not much could get a reaction out of me. But that did it.

It felt like something clicked into place. Perhaps this feeling was the closest to me loving someone. I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that I wouldn’t let her slip away. Not ever.

She belonged to me.

I was opening my mouth to respond to her, unsure what I wanted to say yet.

She didn’t wait for me. “Cuddle me,” she almost ordered.

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