Page 101 of Wings
His hands bracketed my hips, thumbs finding skin where my scrub top had ridden up. Such a small touch, but my body responded like he'd lit a match. Four months of learning each other, and still my breath caught when he looked at me like that. Like I was dessert and Christmas and every good thing rolled into one.
"That so?" My voice came out breathier than intended.
"Mm." He leaned in, lips barely brushing my jaw. "Been thinking about it all day. Had to take a cold shower after your text."
"My very innocent text about bread?"
His teeth found my earlobe, just sharp enough to make me gasp. "Nothing innocent about you, baby girl."
There it was. The shift from partners to something else. Something that made me wet and wanting and wonderfully small in all the right ways.
"Dishes," I managed, even as my legs wrapped around him.
"Later." He lifted me off the counter like I weighed nothing, hands firm under my thighs. "Got more important things to do."
I buried my face in his neck, inhaling cologne and sweat and home. "Bossy Daddy."
"Desperate girl," he countered, already carrying me toward the bedroom. "Let's see what we can do about that."
The bedroom door clicked shut behind us, lamplight casting everything in amber warmth. He set me down gentle, but his hands stayed possessive on my waist, thumbs stroking promises through thin fabric.
Our bedroom had become a sanctuary. Not just for sex—though God knew we'd christened every surface—but for the quiet intimacy that followed. Velvet curtains I'd found at an estate sale blocked out the world. My lavender pillow spray mixed with his cologne on the sheets. Safe. Ours.
"Come here," he murmured, pulling me against him.
His kiss started soft, testing, then deepened when I opened for him. Four months and kissing Gabe still felt like drowning in the best way. His tongue slid against mine, patient and thorough,while his hands mapped the curve of my spine through scrubs that suddenly felt like armor I needed to shed.
"Missed you today," he said against my mouth.
"Missed you too." I tugged at his jeans, needing skin. "Thought about you during lunch break."
"Yeah?" His hands found the hem of my top. "What about?"
Heat flooded my cheeks, but I held his gaze. "About what we talked about. What I want to try."
His whole body stilled. Not frozen, just intensely focused. "You sure?"
On the dresser, my day collar caught the light. Beside it sat the plug he'd bought after our conversation two weeks ago. Sleek purple silicone, smaller than I'd expected, less intimidating than my imagination had made it.
"I'm sure." My voice stayed steady even as my pulse raced. "I trust you."
Something shifted in his expression—pride mixing with possession mixing with raw need. "My brave girl."
He undressed me like unwrapping a gift. Scrub top pulled over my head, sports bra following. His mouth found my neck as he worked my pants down, kissing and nipping while I melted against him. By the time I stood naked, I was already aching, already wet.
"Bed," he commanded softly. "On all fours."
I climbed onto our bed, hyperaware of how exposed the position left me. But this was Gabe. My Daddy, my protector, the man who'd held me through nightmares and panic attacks and every ugly moment of healing. Safe.
The mattress dipped as he joined me, now naked too. His hand smoothed down my spine, grounding me. "Tell me if anything's too much. Any time, for any reason."
“I will, Daddy.”
He started with his mouth. Kissing down my spine, hands massaging muscles that didn't know they were tense. Taking his time like we had forever, like making me feel good was his only job in the world. When his tongue found my clit, I nearly collapsed.
"Steady, baby girl." His hands gripped my hips, holding me up while he destroyed me with his mouth. "Let me take care of you."
I pressed my face into the pillow, muffling sounds that wanted to escape. He worked me methodical, learning which flicks made me shake, which pressure made me beg. One finger slipped inside, then two, stretching and preparing while his tongue continued its sweet torture.
