Page 54 of Mr. Almost

I sigh, running my hand over her thigh. “You’re drunk right now so it’s not clicking. We can talk more about it tomorrow, but for now, it means I intend to be the only man you kiss from here on out.”

“Oooh.” She drops her mouth open dramatically.

She really is an adorable drunk. I wonder when the last time she was able to truly let go like this was. Probably not since before Ari.

“So you want to be my last kiss.”

I nod. “Exactly.”

Her little tongue peaks out and runs over her bottom lip, making my blood run hot. “You know, I haven’t kissed anyone since that night. Well, besides you at work.”

“What night?”

“The night we made Ari…”

“You mean…”

She nods.

Groaning, I pull her body tight against mine.

Fuck.

“You can’t tell me things like that right now, sweetheart,” I whisper against the side of her head.

The urge to flip her over and worship her body is riding me hard. It wouldn’t even be about me. I wouldn’t need to get my dick wet. I could just devour her pussy until she screams.

She’s drunk, though, so I won’t touch her. I’ll remain a gentleman. She’s making it damn hard to be, though.

“Why not?” The innocence in her tone has my cock jumping in my sweats.

“Because it makes me want to do things to you and your body.”

Her eyes flare. “You can do whatever you like to me.” Her leg presses over my erection, making me hiss.

“Oh, Livvy baby. I want to. I have since you came back into my life, but not tonight. Not like this.”

I press a kiss to her temple.

Livvy pouts as her words start to slow down. “You’re no fun.”

“I know, baby girl, I know. But Livvy?”

“Hmm?” she says as her eyes flutter closed.

“Just know I’ll make you feel so good.”

“I know you will,” she murmurs sleepily. “You did back then. It’s what I’ve always imagined since then.”

I swallow hard. Knowing the night with me has been her spank bank since then is a heady feeling. As she falls asleep in my arms, I think about all the years we missed out on. All the times we could have made more material for her. Hell, how she didn’t need to have material. I would have taken her as mine immediately. I haven’t been looking for a wife, but I know we would be married by now. She would be in my bed, and my daughter would be in her room down the hall.

I can’t come to terms with missing out on so much, but I know I will not take a single moment for granted from here on out.

Tonight, for example, I could be angry that Olivia got so drunk that she stumbled home, literally. That because of her condition, we didn’t do anything even though we both wanted to.

I’m not, though. I’m grateful that she felt comfortable enough to let me stay with Ari. I might be her father, but Ari is still getting toknow me. Olivia could have said no, but she didn’t. She trusted me enough to not only go to her friend’s house but to come back having drank more than I knew she would have before because she knew I would take care of her and Ari.

I’m grateful that I got to spend some one-on-one time with my little girl before falling asleep with my woman in my arms.

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