Page 45 of Damaged Billionaire Daddy
“Moderately disappointing,” I said. “But probably true. I was sorry I didn’t get the ice before changing.”
She grinned at me. “I bet. Did you get your feet wet?”
“Nope. Didn’t go off the porch.”
We worked together to organize our goodies and the drinks so we could see the movie and reach our snacks.
We started with Goonies, popcorn and soda. We giggled at the children’s antics and applauded when the true villain was revealed and the treasure found.
She tucked up under my arm and pretended to be afraid while they were navigating the hidden chasm. That was nice in a way I’d not experienced in a long time.
“My mom loved this one,” I whispered into her hair. “I remember Dad holding her, just like this, while us kids sat on the floor. We’d get in trouble for throwing popcorn at each other.”
“Do you see your parents often?” Kandis asked.
I shook my head, surprised to find that I was tearing up. “They’re . . . gone. They went to see my brother. He’s a doctor, volunteering in some God forsaken village inAfrica. There was a storm or something, and their yacht sank.”
“Oh, Richie, I’m sorry,” she said softly, reaching over to catch a tear on her fingers.
“It’s nothing,” I say. “It was a while ago. I’m all right.”
“Is your brother your only family, then?” Kandis brushed a lock of hair off my face. That lock always fell over my eyes if I was more than two days out of the barber shop.
I shook my head, trying to settle my hair and my thoughts. “I’ve a younger sister, Rylie. She was in college when my parents’ yacht went missing. I finished raising her, you might say. Paid her tuition, anyway.”
“Good for you,” Kandis approved. “Not everyone would do that.”
I pretended to focus on the movie’s finale, glad when she let it go and we talked about other things.
When the first movie was done, I built up the fire, and Kandis made fondue while I toasted the bread.
We then settled down to watch Princess Bride. It turned out she knew the plot and memorable quotes almost as well as I did, so we didn’t need to focus on the plot.
Instead we drank wine out of a double-sided antique sipping mug and fed each other bites of fondue. Kandis got giggly on the wine and sang me a silly song about sippin’ cider.
She demonstrated for me how “jaw to jaw, then lip to lip” worked if you were sharing a drink. I did some sipping of my own, tasting the sweet wine on her soft, pliant lips. I took my time about it, lulling her into a haze of tangy cheese, sweet wine, and delicate nibble kisses that promised and tantalized.
By the time we got to the fire swamp and the Rats of Unusual Size, Kandis was snuggled against me. I was more than happy to focus on making this a special night for her.
The combination of fluffy robe and silky pajamas wastitillating and a little frustrating. I wanted to slide my hand inside her robe, but she had it cinched tightly around her and I couldn’t get a good opening without seeming crass or pushy.
Still, it was fun to feed her bits of toast dipped in cheese and to be fed by her in return.
By the time we reached the end of the movie, the fondue was gone and so was about half the bottle of wine. When Buttercup jumped out of the window to share the World’s Greatest Kiss, Kandis was ready to try our version of it.
Her lips were soft beneath mine, and her mouth tasted like grapes and blueberries. Now, I didn’t have any trouble getting her sash undone, and her robe open enough to slide my hands under it.
The soft satin slid under my hands, her warmth . . . no words could describe. She turned in my arms and undid my sash.
I shrugged out of my robe. I knew what I looked like, and I worked hard to maintain it. PT notwithstanding, it wasn’t easy. But I was determined not to be one of those ex-jocks with a paunch.
Her small hands explored my ribs, sending electric shivers all up and down my body. As if mesmerized, which was pretty close to the truth, I slid the soft robe off her shoulders.
The satin pajamas suited her. The baby dolls would have looked cute, but she was beautiful. The square shoulders of the pj top accentuated her lightly muscled shoulders and draped perfectly over her breasts. Her nipples were erect, tiny pebbles that pressed against the fabric.
I ran my thumb across one and she shivered. I felt myself harden in response.
“We need to put our last movie in,” she said with a little gasp, “Or we won’t get to watch it.”
