Chapter 8

The half-moon and bright stars sparkled off the calm waters of the bay as we relaxed on deck with snacks and wine. I"d felt nervous about taking Trinity to my parents" place. Not that I hadn"t wanted her to meet them, but I worried if it would be too much. I"d been wrong, she"d laughed, the apples of her dark cheeks flushed with happiness. Her eyes had shimmered.

We"d had a light dinner at the restaurant and barely made it to the marina in time to meet my friend. He"d dropped anchor and disappeared to his room below. Colin told me to just holler when we were ready to continue. I appreciated the privacy. One of my best friends, he"d grinned and chuckled as I explained why I"d needed to borrow his boat. He"d been down to help me romance my prospective babygirl.

"How is our first date so far?" I asked as I slipped my arm around Trinity's waist and tugged her a little closer. Just to keep her warm, at least that"s what I told myself.

Keeping my hands off the woman was impossible. The kiss I craved to give her held under tenuous control to respect her boundaries. There was also the fact she was straight. Even though she"d agreed to a date with me, I wasn"t sure if it would go beyond that one night. Setting my glass aside, I crossed my arm over my chest to pull my jacket off her shoulder to brush a kiss to her silky, sweet-smelling skin, then I covered her back up.

Once we"d gotten there, I"d removed my jacket to drape it around her to keep warm. Her chin had dipped, hiding the hint of a smile and the shy flutter of her lashes. Everything seemed new for her. She"d told me she"d never dated. Yet I couldn"t understand how, though. How could men resist her? A flawless Goddess with glistening brown skin and a thick body. It wasn"t even all about her physical presence for me

When she hadn"t answered my question, I glanced at her to find her staring up at the sky. My gaze traced the line of her jaw, down the elegant arch of her neck and lower to the peak of her shallow cleavage. Slipping my arm from behind her, I held my breath as I stroked the backs of my fingers up the front of her throat. She flinched slightly, but I gently hooked two fingers around the opposite side of her jaw turning her to look at me.

Her hooded eyes didn"t hide the flash of insecurity. Trinity"s breath hitched as I drew my thumb across her lush, pouty bottom lip, and then traced the perfect cupid bow of her upper one. I"d never wanted to learn a woman"s lips and body as much as I did hers. The intensity of the urge terrified me.

"Rogue…" She whispered my name in her soft, raspy voice.

That was a voice to whisper naughty demands in my ear as I rested between her strong, thick thighs.

"It"s almost cruel how beautiful you are."

"Don"t—"

I jerked her closer with my fingers tangled in her soft hair keeping her mouth mere inches from mine. "Don"t what, babygirl? Don"t say that I"d fall to my knees to worship you with one little ‘yes, Daddy' from those perfect lips."

She swayed into me. I groaned at the press of her little tits against my chest. Her skin warmed mine, exposed by my opened shirt.

Out of all the women in my club that night, she"d drawn me like the proverbial self-destructive moth to the flame. She"d be terrified to know how much obsession burned in my blood just from that brief glimpse I"d caught of her tall frame in a crowd of hundreds. The subtle bounce of her lush ass. That rolling of her hips. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep my confession inside. I"d already said too much, but lying wasn"t in my nature. Then my brain said, fuck it.

"If tonight is all I get, why lie?" I asked as I shifted closer, giving her just a tease of my lips only to retreat.

"Bu… but why me?"

She whimpered as she tried to press her mouth to mine, but I tightened my hold on her hair.

"Why not, babygirl—" I stroked my nose alongside her adorable one. "—I"ve never seen a more beautiful woman in my life. Stand up," I ordered.

She obeyed and that dominance I kept under a tight rein broke free.

Curling my hands around the backs of her knees, I tipped my head back, and stroked up the back of her thighs. My fingertips found the tiniest dimples. Her hands cupped my jaw. I reached her bare cheeks exposed by her tiny thong panties. The lush curves overflowed my hands.

"We"re going to set up some ground rules tonight. Are you ready?" I asked.

"Y-yes."

"Our clothes stay on. I"m not going to fuck you. I just want to touch you. Learn those needy little sounds I know you"re going to make for me." Her eyes glittered in the dim lights that illuminated the deck. She nibbled on her bottom lip, and I wanted to replace her teeth with mine, but I had something I had to do first.

"Okay…" Her voice cracked.

"Good girl," I whispered as I nuzzled her belly reveled in the softness of it. "I want to hear you call me Daddy, is that agreeable?"

"Yes."

I arched my brow.

"Yes, Daddy."

"Hmmm, good girl. I love the sound of that. Neither of us are getting off tonight. We"ll both be desperate for it. You may even beg me for it, but that"s not what tonight is for."

Her brows drew together and I sensed she didn"t believe me that we wouldn"t be having sex. We weren"t, though. When that happened, we"d have complete privacy where I could strip her down. All her sweet sounds would be just for me. I wanted to show her how good she could feel—how good I could make her feel. Her pleasure was all that mattered to me. She was my focus and priority, nothing more than that.

I stroked my left hand around to the front of her thigh and tucked my thumb between the press of her legs. No gap existed, just smooth, thick curves. Holding her gaze with mine, I caressed my hand upward until I reached the apex of her thighs. I stroked circles on the thick, soft bulge inside her silky panties.

She gasped.

"My good girl likes that." I traced the average-sized length up and down, paying close attention to the broad head.

My babygirl shifted her hips, her thighs opening slightly, and I cupped her in my palm. My fingers massaged her cock and sac. Every little sigh and shuddered moan caused my nipples and pussy to ache. Pressure built in my lower belly.

"One day, I"m going to suck this pretty, little package as your heels dig into my shoulder blades… eat that sexy hole. Would you like that, babygirl?" I asked, but I already knew the answer.

Every emotion was clear on her face, it was desire but also an edge of fear as if I"d stop touching her. I had no intention of not learning every inch of my babygirl.

"I think I asked you a question."

"Yes, Daddy… please."

"I know what my good girl needs," I whispered as I released her and stood. She waited, never taking her eyes from me as I spread out two of the blankets that had been left on the bench.

Without a word, I took her hands and eased her down, following her until I stretched out beside her. I braced my weight on my left forearm, slipping it under her head. She laced her fingers together as if she didn"t know what to do with them.

"You can touch me if you want." I gave her permission as I drew my index finger down one side of the plunging neckline to where it came to V just below her sternum. Then I traced upward on the other side.

My babygirl squeezed one arm under me and her free hand fisted in her skirt.

"Lift that pretty skirt, show Daddy what"s mine." I lowered my head to tease her lips as I spread my hand over her chest. My fingertips teased one tiny, pebbled nipple.

My decision to leave our clothes on came back to bite me in the ass when I wanted to push the cloth out of the way to see the subtle curve of her breast. Feel her nipple on my tongue. See if I could catch the little pebble between my teeth.

I teased her mouth with mine. Traced the lush curves with the tip of my tongue. Tasted her quiet moans. Savored the warm rush of her breath.

"One day, those thick thighs,"—I punctuated my words by pushing between the exposed length of her legs—"Are going to be squeezing my head. Open just a little for me."

She nodded and her legs shifted. My fingers pushed between her cheeks. The thin strip of material barely covered her hole. She was so smooth, waxed free of hair. I wondered if she was bare everywhere.

"Daddy!" She arched as she whispered, trying to be so quiet for me.

"I"ve dreamed of hearing you call me that. Do you like this to be nice and full, babygirl?" I asked as I rubbed her through her panties. "I bet you get so needy when you give this body to someone. I"m going to earn the right to bury my strap right here." I pushed a little harder and she gasped so prettily for me.

I once again cupped her in the palm of my hand. My mouth hovered over her because I couldn"t take my attention from her face. The pleasure that parted her lips. Her eyes squeezed shut as she began to tremble against me.

"I want to bare all your smooth, brown skin and lick you from your lips to the tips of your toes. When you trust me enough, I"m going to do just that."

We were trapped in a bubble with just the two of us. Whispering to each other. Secrets for only her. Every desire I had for her. I squeezed my thighs together as my boxer briefs grew damp with how much I wanted her. I lowered my head to tuck my head against her neck, suckled at her hammering pulse and then drew my tongue down. Traced her collarbones. Licked along the V of her dress just like I"d done with my fingertips. I kissed the soft skin easing down until I nuzzled her soft belly, tested the slight roundness of it.

"You"re like the embodiment of my dream babygirl. I want to love on you so badly, but I made you a promise. Also, no one but me is seeing you bare. Not even by accident. One night I"ll have you in my bed. At my mercy. I won"t let you out of my bed until you"re so well-loved you can"t imagine not having Daddy between these sweet thighs."

I brought my mouth back to hers, kissing her as I touched her everywhere I could reach. Drawing out every moan and whimper. She trembled against me. Arching her gorgeous frame into mine.

"I bet you taste so sweet." I massaged her silk-covered length, and felt a small wet spot forming. "You want that, don"t you?"

"Yes."

"That"s my good girl." My fingertips teased the edges of her panties, but I resisted slipping beneath the fabric. "Now, babygirl, let Daddy hear how much you want it."

There was no more use for words. I loved on her, but kept the touches over her clothes. I flirted with breaking the rules, but I made promises and I"d never break one of those to my babygirl. I grew wetter, achier, and the more restless she became, the more my pussy spasmed thinking about her fingers in me—her mouth and tongue on my clit.

Memorizing all her sounds for me to use later when I was alone in my bed and wishing she was there. No one else would ever do; there was no one for me except the sexy woman losing herself to my touches and kisses.