Daring Daddy (Montana Daddies 5)

Maybe he’s just happy now. . .

That thought made her smile, her body relaxing.

“We are going to have a lifetime together.” He pulled off the two blankets she had covering her, revealing her naked body to his gaze.

“Do you remember what I said to you?” He reached out and grasped her breast, squeezing.

“You say a lot of things to me,” she said. “You’ve turned into a regular chatterbox.”

“Little brat.” He pinched her nipple in retaliation, but true to form that just increased her arousal. “What did I say about taking you?”

“That you wouldn’t fuck me until I was yours.”

“That I wouldn’t make love to you, until you were mine. I should hold back. Shouldn’t do it now. You deserve candlelight and roses and something beautiful your first time.”

She snorted. “Zeke,” she grabbed hold of his hair, tugging it until he looked at her, “we’re not candlelight and roses sort of people.”

“You’re my princess,” he told her.

She rolled her eyes. “I don’t need any of that.” She took a deep breath. She was all in now. “I just need you.”

He smiled as he moved his hand lower, cupping her mound. “God, I can feel your heat searing my skin. Branding me. Same as I want to brand you.” He ran a finger down her folds. “So slick. So sweet.” He carefully pressed a finger inside her. “So tight. So warm.”

“Please. Yes.”

He moved his finger in and out of her passage. “Are you sure about this, Eden? I can wait.”

“Don’t you dare stop,” she growled at him. “I feel like you’ve kept me waiting long enough.”

“All you needed to do was tell me three words.” He leaned in and drew her nipple into his mouth as he continued to fuck her with his finger.

“I love you?” she asked breathlessly.

“No. I. Am. Yours.”

She stared up into his eyes. “I am yours.”

The look in his eyes was everything. It was possessive. It was sweet. It was her world wrapped up in this gorgeous man.

“Good girl.”

Then he kissed her. It started hard and commanding and ended sweet and soft. He knew how to keep her guessing. Sometimes he was unyielding and stern. Other times he was sweet and loving. Sometimes she didn’t know who she was going to get. But he was always Zeke.

Her man. Her daddy.

He kissed down her body, worshipping her. Maybe she’d expected hard and bossy. She shouldn’t have, she guessed. He sucked on her nipples until they were hard peaks. Played with them. Teased them. He kept his finger inside her pussy, adding another finger and stretching her.

She ran her fingers through his hair, needing more. “Zeke, I need to see you.” It seemed crazy that she hadn’t seen him naked. She’d seen his bare chest and knew he was cut. Strong. But she wanted to touch him. To see all of him.

Without argument, he stood up beside the bed and started to strip. His movements were rough, hurried. She wanted to ask him to slow down so she could savor the moment. At the same time, she wanted to tell him to hurry the fuck up.

She guessed she just couldn’t make up her mind when it came to him. Then he pushed his jeans down, revealing his hard cock. She couldn’t look anywhere else. She reached out and tentatively wrapped her hand around him. Thick and smooth. She explored every inch, every ridge, from the round head glistening with pre-cum to the base of him.

“Jesus, baby. Jesus. Unless you want me to come right now, you’ve got to stop.” He grabbed hold of her hand and she froze, looking up into his strained face.

“I’m sorry,” she told him, snatching her hand back. “I was just exploring.”

“You can explore me anytime you want,” he told her roughly. “I mean it. Any fucking time you need to touch me, you can. But this time, I’d really like to finish in you and my control is shot because I’ve wanted you forever.”