8. Daddy Wilson

Ignore her? That was laughable. I’d done everything in my power to ignore her for the last five years, and yet I’d been entirely unsuccessful. Every time this woman was in my presence, I was hyperaware of her. Until she mentioned Stonehenge , I hadn’t even thought about it. Hadn’t considered that I’d left it. My entire focus had been her. Was still her.

I whirled around, shoulders pulled back, and threw a hand out, gesturing to the box. “As you can see, it’s fine. So?—”

“No.” She stepped close and poked a red nail into my chest. “I’m responsible for making sure you and the painting get back to Boston, and I can’t do that if I’m in the dark. So what the hell is going on?”

The scent of her perfume filled my nose. I locked my hands into fists so I wouldn’t pull her closer to get more of the scent that drove me mad. My heart pounded wildly, each beat feeding the chaos that flooded me. I felt like I was drowning, being pulled under by a current that wouldn’t quit. I’d fought so hard against for years, and I was exhausted by the idea of staying away.

Her fingertip was still pressed to my sternum. That was the only part of her touching me. Yet my entire being buzzed. I wanted to push her hand away, but that desire was overshadowed by a more desperate need. The need to pull her to me. To make her mine.

My cock swelled at the idea of touching her.

But I shouldn’t do this. Because if I let it happen, it wouldn’t be just tonight. I knew myself well enough to know if I gave in to Wren, I’d want so much more than today.

“Wren,” I rasped, hoping to say something to push her away. I’d done it so many times. I just needed to find the words that would have her retreating. Leaving my room. Saving me from myself.

Her eyes locked with mine. Confusion, frustration, and hurt. Fuck, I didn’t want to hurt her. All my resolve fled. I wanted this and I was going to do the work to figure out how to make it happen.

“You weren’t here.” The honest words flew from my mouth. “And I needed you to come back.” Time slowed down as my gaze locked on her lips, full and soft. All I could focus on was how they would taste. How she would taste.

Her lips parted, and she inhaled sharply. Though she was still poking at my chest, the contact was lighter, as if she was considering pulling away.

Holding my breath, I stared at the digit, praying she wouldn’t.

“You left Stonehenge for me?” The words were barely a whisper.

The moment was too big for anything but the truth. “I didn’t even think about it. All I could think about was you.” All the good intentions I’d clung to for years were so far gone I couldn’t even see the dust of the trail they left behind.

For the space of a couple of heartbeats, I got lost in her wide, dark eyes. The air around us thickened, and when she flattened her palm against my chest, a shiver worked its way through me. Slowly, her hand crept up my pec, causing every muscle in my body to lock. Like the finest silk, the tips of her fingers danced along the skin of my neck. She zeroed in on her thumb where it sat against my pounding pulse point. Every beat pulled me deeper into a lust-filled haze. One that sucked her under too as she shifted an inch closer. Without my permission, my hand clutched her hip and my thumb slipped under her soft white sweater .

As I brushed the soft skin at her waist, her breath caught. “This is a bad idea.” The words were barely audible.

“This is a bad idea for so many reasons.” I dropped my forehead to hers, desperation clawing up my throat. Having her this close, her skin to mine, loosened the knot in my chest. There were tons of reasons why she shouldn’t be mine. My daughter, her parents, our working relationship. I should have stopped this. I should have felt guilty that I needed Wren in this way. “But I don’t give a shit about any of them.”

She lifted her chin. Our breaths mingled. Our noses brushed. Our lips were so close I could feel the heat of her mouth against mine.

“Tom.” The way she whimpered my name shredded the last string of my control.

“If you don’t want this, then stop me now,” I begged. I’d lost the strength to hold back any longer. The only thing I cared about more than my need for Wren was Wren herself.

Holding my breath, I backed off a fraction, searching her eyes for an answer.

“I want this so badly.” With that, she closed the distance and pressed her mouth to mine.

The second our lips met, an inferno lit inside me. Normally a kiss was a kiss. But with Wren, it was branding. A permanent mark on my skin. On my heart. I cupped her cheek and took control of her mouth, running my tongue along the seam of her lips, demanding her to open for me.

She whimpered, but I swallowed the sound down. Instead of giving into my control like I expected, she pushed back. Tangling her tongue with mine. Matching my fervor. Claiming me as much as I claimed her. The power she wielded made my cock throb.

“Less clothing,” Wren mumbled against my lips.

I stepped back, releasing her. “Then you better take some off.” Running my tongue over my lower lip, I savored her taste. “I want to see you.” I dragged my gaze down the column of her throat, over her breasts, then reached out, letting my finger trail the path my eyes had taken. “I want to see the tits that have been teasing me for far too long. ”

I toyed with her nipple through the fabric of her sweater and bra, causing her to suck in a sharp breath. Then I let my finger trail lower.

“I want to see all this smooth skin.” I moved along one hip, then slipped my finger between her thighs.

Heat radiated through her pants, her body quivering. Pride swelled in my chest at how easily I elicited a reaction from her.

“Then I want to see this pretty pussy glisten for me.” I slid both hands up her sides now, pulling her sweater with me. I tossed it to the side, and at the sight of white lace, a deep ache throbbed inside me. She was all smooth skin and fierce, needy eyes. Wren was beautiful and young and entirely too good for me. But damn, I wanted her anyway. I gripped her wrist and tugged her along with me toward the bed. When my legs hit the mattress, I stopped. My hands itched to hold her breasts, tease her, play. But instead, I cupped her cheeks and claimed her mouth one more time.

Savoring the press of her lips to mine, I slowed my movements, tangling my tongue with hers, building a fire between us with each spark. I slid my hands to the slope of her neck, letting my fingertips brush against her skin, then dance along her collarbone. Wanting the desire to build slowly in her system, I kissed my way down her throat and over her breasts and stomach until I dropped to my knees in front of her.

Swirling a thumb along her ankle, I lifted her foot to remove her shoe.

Chin tucked to her chest, she arched a brow. “Most men don’t like to be the one on their knees.”

I fought the smirk twitching at my lips. “Most boys don’t want to be on their knees, Wren.” I reached for her second shoe. “You’re not dating boys anymore. Now you’ve got a man who knows what it is to treasure something priceless.” I ran my hands up her outer thighs to her waistband and teased my thumb along the hem until she shuddered. “And don’t mistake my position for submission.” Angling forward, I brushed my nose along the apex of her thighs.

Her whimper and the scent of her arousal spurred me on and made me throb. My cock was pulsing painfully in my pants, but I refused to rush this. Not when I’d waited years for this moment. More than anything, I wanted to give her pleasure over and over until she fell back, exhausted and sated.

Slowly, I unzipped her pants, then lowered them. When I’d tugged them off completely, I pushed her back onto the bed. At the sight before me, I lost my breath. White lace against her tan, silky skin, black hair spread along the white comforter. I was looking at the most vivid of fantasies.

My body throbbed, but it was my chest that froze me in place. The tightness that I’d been fighting against for so long released. Even in a moment that my cock was trying to beat its way out of my jeans to get to her, just seeing her in front of me settled me.

“You’re fucking beautiful, baby girl.”

Her mouth quirked up on one side. “So are you, Daddy Wilson.”

A shiver raced down my spine, and need drove me forward. Heart pounding, I slipped the lace panties off her body, then kissed and nipped my way up her inner thigh, reveling in the way goose bumps broke out in my wake. When I reached her pussy, I blew a warm breath against her, then kissed my way down her other thigh.

“Tom.” She whined, writhing beneath me. “Don’t tease me.”

“My needy girl.” I ran my tongue back up her thigh, the move slow and torturous. Only then did I finally let myself have a taste.

At the tangy perfection of her flavor, a groan resonated through my chest. And as I lapped at her pussy, licking her clit over and over, she squirmed, rocking her hips against my face and clutching at my hair.

She tugged harshly, sending fire licking up my spine and fierce desire rocking my core.

“Oh my God, you’re good at this.” She panted.

My answering chuckle made her moan.

“Please.”

I flicked my tongue back and forth against her, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Her back arched, pressing her pussy hard against me. Her breaths got deeper, her squirms more insistent. Fuck, she was close. Without letting up on her clit, I slipped two fingers into her tight heat and curved them until they hit the spot that would make her scream. As she bucked against my mouth, I pulled her clit between my lips and sucked hard .

“Oh shit.” Her scream echoed in my ears as she came on my tongue, yanking on my hair, her legs quivering around me.

Determined to make her pleasure last, I worked her through every pulse, not letting up until her orgasm faded. When she sagged against the mattress, I slowly kissed my way up her body and settled my lips against hers. She thrust her tongue into my mouth, pulling a groan from me, causing my cock to press against my zipper, begging to be let free. Damn, I wished this could go farther.

“I want fewer clothes,” she demanded, pulling at my shirt.

I shook my head. “I don’t have a condom.” Nothing about this trip should have required one. I wasn’t a one-night-stand man. I planned things. Sex, until this moment, wasn’t something I allowed my body to take control over. I tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her ear and kissed her forehead. “I’m sorry.”

She shuddered beneath me. “I’m on birth control.”

I pulled back, breath escaping my lungs.

“I’m on the Depo shot, and I’m good.” Focus locked on me, she sank her teeth into her lower lip.

My heart pounded in my ears and my vision faded for a moment. “You want me to take you bare?”

She nodded. “I want to feel you inside me.” She reached for my shirt again. “Please. I’m good.”

Fuck. I hadn’t done that since I was married. And the idea of being bare inside Wren? I groaned. “You’re going to kill me, baby girl.”

Despite my better judgment, I let her slip my shirt over my head, and as she tossed it to the floor, I lowered until my skin pressed against hers. I kissed her again, forcing her back into the mattress, my tongue dominating her mouth the way I wanted to own her body.

“Clothes off,” she panted and as she slipped her bra off her arms.

With hands far more shaky than they had a right to be, I hauled myself up and shucked my pants. The second I hovered over her on the bed, she wrapped her fingers around my dick, using her thumb to spread the precum already leaking from the tip. The slow way she circled my crown was pure torture. I locked up every muscle to avoid thrusting into her hand.

When she finally notched me against her wet pussy, my breath sawed in and out of my lungs harshly. The feeling was too much, yet not enough.

Needing to rein myself in, to take back control, I took a deep breath and held back.

“Please. I want to feel your cock inside me.”

Feeling a little more grounded, I let out a long breath and guided myself inside her hot body. Her eyes rolled back and her lips parted as she stretched, sucking my dick in deep, inch by inch. At the way my body became part of her, a flash fire ignited and spread through my every cell. Unable to keep my movements slow for a second longer, I pulled back and thrust hard.

“ Yes .” The breathy sound slipped through her lips.

I sealed my mouth over hers as I rutted against her, lost to the kinds of emotions I normally didn’t let myself give in to. Thrusting deep, I watched her face, the need and ecstasy in her expression making my chest tight and my lungs burn.

“Your cock feels so good. Oh God. Right there. There,” she chanted, spurring me on. Every pound drove her higher. With every stroke, her pussy quivered and tightened around me.

“Come for me,” I demanded, snapping my hips in a steady rhythm. “Milk my cock. Fuck, you feel good.”

“I’m so close,” she moaned, meeting me stroke for stroke.

Stomach tightening and spine tingling, I drove into her without mercy, close to the edge myself but wanting to make this last for her.

Her nails bit into my arms, and her legs shook. “Tom. Yes. Oh God, Tom.”

“Fuck.” I groaned as she clenched around me. Pulsing over and over. But I didn’t stop. I wanted more.

“Again,” I demanded, gritting my teeth against my own fierce need. I wasn’t ready for the moment to end. I held myself back, desperate to feel her come over and over again on my bare cock.

“I can’t,” she cried, her voice shaky and hoarse.

“You will.” I shifted to my knees, dragging her hips up, angling her just right, and slowed my thrusts, savoring the way she spasmed around my dick with the aftershocks of her orgasm. With one deep thrust after another, I worked, taking my cues from her reactions and shifting slightly until her eyes popped wide.

“Oh shit. There.”

She reached for my hips, but I tsked and batted one hand away. I would be the one controlling her body. I would be the one to give her the pleasure her pussy literally wept for.

“I need—” She panted, throwing her head back.

“Tell me what you need, and I’ll make it happen, baby girl.”

She shuddered, her chest heaving. “I need you to play with my clit.”

Without argument, I rubbed slow, firm circles where she needed me most.

Instantly, her eyes rolled back. “How do you feel so good?”

“Because my dick was made to make your pussy quiver.”

She clenched around me. Damn, my girl loved the dirty talk.

“Only my cock can make you feel this way. Because—” My stomach tightened, catching me off guard, and my spine tingled. Gritting my teeth to hold back my own release, I sped up, plunging into her hard and fast, still working her clit until her pussy pulsed around me.

Black spots dotted my vision as I rocked into her, drawing out my strokes until they were torturously slow. Sinking deep and grinding my hips against hers.

“Tom,” she moaned, coming a third time.

Only then did I let myself go. I came so hard I worried my legs would cramp. But I couldn’t stop. The pleasure, the need, the desire all mingled into an inferno of emotion as I filled her with my cum, truly marking her as mine. It went on and on until I was emptied out. Out of breath, out of my mind. Then, boneless, I collapsed next to her, holding her against me.

“You’re amazing.” With a kiss to the top of her head, I forced myself up. She needed to be worshipped in an entirely different way now, so I slipped out of bed and shuffled into the kitchen.

Warm towel and cold-water bottle in hand, I walked back into the bedroom and was met with wide, confused eyes. She was sitting on the bed with my T-shirt in her hand, as if she was contemplating whether to put it on.

I eyed the shirt and cocked a brow. “That’s a waste of your time and mine. I’ll just take it off you again.” I handed her the bottle of water. “Drink and then lay back.”

Her worried gaze dropped to my hands. “You don’t need?—”

“Yes I do. I’ll say it again. You’re with a man now. Not a boy.” Lightly pushing on her shoulder, I forced her back. Once I’d cleaned her up, I pulled back the blankets.

“You want me to stay in here?” Her voice cracked.

Fuck, the uncertainty in her tone was so foreign. I wanted nothing more than to wash it away.

“If my dick is inside you, then you sleep in my arms.”

For a moment, she assessed me, but without argument, she slipped under the sheet. As I settled in beside her, she turned and rested her head on my chest. A peace flooded me as we lay tangled together, just breathing. How the hell could someone so wrong for me feel so right in every way that mattered?

She swallowed audibly, tentatively resting her hand on my abdomen. “Is this okay?”

“This is perfect.” I meant it. She was perfect. I wanted her again already.

Though I couldn’t see a world where I could have her, I didn’t see one where I could let her go either.

I was totally fucked.