Kiss Me Goodnight (Love, Daddy 4)

I am sure now.

His lips begin to move, and I strain to gain another bit of height, so I can urge our kiss forward as he whispers the words into our touching lips.

“Kiss Daddy goodnight.”

Those words break open the gates of what’s been pushed down inside of me. His lips are both hard and soft at the same time. He doesn’t just kiss me, he promises me a happily ever after in that moment. I feel it as wave after wave of joy flood through me.

I’m frozen until he pulls back just enough to speak. “God damn it, kiss me back.”

I didn’t even realize I hadn’t been returning his kiss, the very kiss I’ve been waiting for all these years. I open my mouth and feel his sturdy grip at the back of my neck. When his tongue touches mine, I know I’ll never be the same.

His tongue is demanding, spreading my lips while the hand in my hair tightens, mashing our mouths together. Breaths turn to gasps, and my hands lock around his waist, unwilling to ever let this moment end.

As the lust and shivers engulf me, it is that day at the lawyer’s office that comes back to me for a moment. The days and weeks that led up to it had me in the loneliest and most uncertain place of my life.

I’d barely spoken to anyone for so long after Gran and Emily died in the accident. But, as soon as that door opened, and I took one look at Ace standing there, I knew my guardian angel had worked this miracle just for me.

As time went on, I was sure the guardian angel did this for us both. Ace was so guarded, so closed off, that making him smile and bringing him joy became my joy. Soon we grew into a couple of some sort, a family of our own making, with our own routines and our own idiosyncrasies. I hugged my pillow every night, pretending it was him and prayed to that angel to never take him away from me.

I wanted to be his everything, the way he was mine. Until right now, I was never sure. But his kiss is telling me everything I need to know.

“God.” We finally take a moment, and the fury of our breaths topple over each other as Ace brings his forehead to press into the parting of my hair. “I’ve dreamed of this for so fucking long, Little Lamb. So, long. I’m sorry. I know it’s wrong.”

“It’s not wrong. How could we be wrong?”

His hands let me go, and terror rakes through me at the idea that I might lose him. As I look up, I see the predatory look in his eyes and my fear is replaced by adrenaline. As though I’m a feather, he scoops me up under my arms and lifts me onto him. My legs instinctively spread, and my ankles lock behind his back.

I gasp as his body comes into contact with my open legs and the tightness that was gathering in my core snugs tighter. Ace must have felt what just passed through me, because his lips fall open and his hands grip into each side of my rear, grinding me against him as he watches with wonder.

“Say it,” he grunts, moving my body slightly up and down on him and I can barely breathe. “Who am I?” The words seem to struggle to leave his throat as he begins the trek down the hallway and I’m floating. I’m barely attached to reality now, with all the sensations running through me.

“Daddy,” I mouth, the word taking longer to leave my lips than it should, and I can see in his eyes once is not enough. “Daddy,” I repeat, more forcefully now, and feel the way his body twitches under me.

With every breath, every second, my need notches higher. Each step he takes toward the bedroom I’m closer and closer to the edge. I’ve touched myself before. Thinking of him, I’ve gently swirled a finger around my secret lips, but my body has yet to yield. No matter what I would do, the finish line always eluded me. The frustration of never being able to find release is now like a powder keg waiting to explode.

“What do you want, Lamb?” His eyes lock with mine as he closes the distance to the bedroom. “I want to know everything you want from life. But right now, what is it you want the most?”

“This,” I mouth into his neck, twisting my head, so my ear rests on the solid flesh of his shoulder, breathing in his scent as I press my nose into him. He smells like fresh leather and the sharp, black smoke from the fire. “I want this and us. You. Me. All of it. I want it all.”

The connection between our bodies is bliss. Ace has always avoided any touch.

Actively. Defiantly almost.

It’s caused more tears than he knows.

That is all gone now, I need this. The physical touch. It’s a craving that has been aching inside of me for so long.

I listen to the long low growling breath he releases before he speaks, even as his fingertips dig into my ass and darts of pain shoot from his clutch. “I will give it to you. All of it. And more. More than you probably want, Lamb. More than you may be able to handle.”

Ace kicks open the door, and my stomach does ten sorts of flutters as my hands wind up the thick cables of muscle that strain across his back and I wrap myself around his neck. I’m clinging to him like a child, and it feels so perfect that I tighten my grasp, never wanting it to end.

In the next moments, he’s laying me down on the bed, and I hear myself moan his name as he stands above me. I can’t seem to stop saying it now that I know he wants to hear it.

“Daddy...” It slips again from my lips as his eyes trace up and down my body. He runs a hand over his bald head; his chest expanding on a breath, then he strips the denim shirt from his torso leaving me gulping for air.

Desire floods out of me, and I know the loose white boxers I’m wearing must be revealing my reaction to everything that is happening.

I arch my back upward, the desperate need pulling at me and forcing my muscles to tighten and spasm.