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But she says nothing. So I keep going. Stepping close enough to trail my fingers over the line of her jaw.
“I am not your dad. I am not your ex. I am here doing my best for you. And it seems like the more I give you, the less I get back. Why is that?”
Her jaw trembles as she opens it, like she’s about to respond. But then she shuts down. Slams it shut and looks away.
I huff out a frustrated breath, dropping my hand from her cheek as I turn to leave. But the loss of my touch has her spinning on her heel to face me.
“Because I want you!” she shouts, stopping me in my tracks. “And I want this!” Her hand gestures frantically between us. “I want us! And that terrifies me! Because what if it doesn’t work and Vivi is stuck with two parents who hate each other? I know how that goes and it fuckingsucks. We like each other right now. I’m finally happy. It feels safe here. I can’t handle another person who hates me.”
The tears continue flowing, and she makes no move to stop them. She just stares at me after that brutally honest, raw outburst. She still holds her chin high, defiantly, no matter how vulnerable she’s just been.
“That’s all you had to say.”
She blinks, but otherwise doesn’t react.
But I can’t handle staying away from her anymore. Can’t stand this distance between us. All it takes is two long steps for me to tower over her. One step for me to push her back against the closed door. And a few inches for me to crush my lips against hers.
She doesn’t miss a beat, arching into me and wrapping her arms around my neck, moaning into my mouth.
Clingingto me.
“I promise I could never hate you,” I murmur against her mouth, hand skimming her jaw.
Her eyes flash to mine. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
We kiss again. Frantically. Like she’s still trying to push through this conversation. Hands roaming, she grabs the lapels of my suit jacket, giving them a hard tug.
“I promise I’ll never hate you.” I drag my lips over her cheek, my teeth back down along her jaw.
“You can’t know that,” she whispers, a sharp intake of breath hissing from between her lips as I spin her and face us toward the mirror. Forcing her to look at us.
My hands trail over the silk, tracing every curve, thumbs detouring down into that little dip beneath her hips. “I can. I’ll be too busy loving you.”
All she does is breathe and watch us. Watch my hands sliding everywhere, taking all the ground I’ve been desperate to cover for so damn long.
Then her hands cover mine, moving as I move. Her eyes now full of awe, she raptly follows the trail my touch blazes over her body. Hips. Stomach. Breasts. Inner thighs.
I’m rock hard, my cock bulging against the swell of her ass.
She grinds back on me, and I groan.
“Tell me what you want, Tink.”
Her lips pop open and I watch her thinking, deciding what to say next.
“I don’t want any more of those pity orgasms you gave me in the gym.”
“Pity orgasms?”
“Yeah. Like you just did it because you were trying to make me feel better. Like you feel bad for me.”
This is not what I expected her to say.
“I wasn’t just doing it to—”
“I want you to fuck me like you did that night in the hotel. Like you can’t stand to keep your hands off me. Like...” She trails off, back to biting her bottom lip. “It’s like you respect me too much now. I get pity orgasms and pretty words. I want to be more than that. I want...” I observe the way she’s working this out. She’s not used to asking for whatshewants. “I want you unhinged for me. Just...disrespect me. Just for a bit.”
That night.
