Daddy's Rapture (Daddy 3)

She walked into the kitchen, got some plates and forks out, and set the table while he grabbed the sack of food. They opened the cartons and took what they wanted. They ate in silence for a moment.

She set her fork down. The nervous flutter in her belly expanded, making it hard to eat. “May I ask you a question?”

He looked over at her. “Always.”

“Where exactly do you see us going?”

He leaned back and stared at her. “I see us going all the way.”

She tilted her head to the side. “What does that mean?”

He reached for her hand. “It means I see us married and having a family. Living together and eventually having babies.”

Her eyes widened, and the breath whooshed from her lungs. “Married?”

“Yes. I’m not messing around, baby. You’re what I’ve been searching for my whole life, and I’m not giving you up without a fight.”

She felt her stomach loosen, and her body soften. She hadn’t known what she was looking for until she met Kaleb, and she didn’t want to give him up either.

“I don’t want to give you up either.”

He dropped his fork, reached for her, and pulled her from her chair and into his lap. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”

She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I think I can guess.”

He snorted. “Smartass.”

She shrugged.

He lowered his head and took her lips.

A breath shuddered from her lungs as her body started to tremble. Her breasts tightened, and the inside of her thighs flooded with wet heat. She mewled her displeasure when he raised his head, making him smile.

“How about we finish dinner and we’ll take showers? We can watch a movie before bedtime.”

Although she was disappointed he had stopped, she knew he was trying to please her and not push. She nodded and sat up. He helped her to sit back in her chair.

She picked up her fork and started eating again.

Elation had taken over her emotions even as she tried to think in a normal, calm way and not let her feelings get out of control. She had been planning on asking him to take her home, but the thought of being away from him physically hurt, so she decided to stay but still keep things at a slow pace. The fact he wasn’t pushing her into having sex made the decision easier.

At bedtime, they both showered and then cuddled, entwined together under the covers. She always wore her panties and one of his shirts, and he wore his boxers because he’d told her how much harder it would be to keep his hands to himself if she were naked.

It seemed so natural, like they’d been doing it for months or even years instead of the few times they’d spent the night together. It just felt right.

She waited impatiently for what always happened next.

He lifted himself up onto his elbow and looked down at her. “Are you ready for a kiss?”

She grinned and reached up to slide her fingers into his soft damp hair. “I’d like that very much.”

He bent forward and pressed a soft kiss on her forehead, then her cheeks, and then took her lips. Right away, it felt like an inferno started to build inside of her. She mewled as she tried to press herself tighter against him. “Please.”

“Please, what, baby?”

“I need your hands on me.”

He slid his hand up and down her torso before sliding it underneath the shirt she wore and cupped her breast, making her arch off the mattress.