He hadn’t expected her to initiate this tonight. Once again, she’d proven him wrong. He’d missed touching her, taking her this way. The last few days he’d been so caught up in stress and guilt that he had barely touched her.
Idiot.
“What else, sugar?”
“Do I have to say it?” She tensed, trying to move away from him. Reaching around, he squeezed her tender bottom. Hard.
She squealed and glared up at him. “He-he said he’d ruin me for any other man. That no one would want me after what he did.”
Ah, hell.
Lifting her, he carried her over to the bed and sat down with her on his lap.
“You know that’s not true. I have never stopped wanting you. These last few days I’ve been stressed, but I have always wanted you. The only reason I never went to New York and dragged you back here is because you seemed so happy there.”
Her gaze narrowed, her blue eyes filled with suspicion. “Were you spying on me?”
He shrugged unrepentantly. He would always protect her. No matter whether she was with him or not. He would damn well do a better job than he had.
“Is that why you never told anyone what happened? Lila doesn’t know and I bet your dads don’t either. Am I right?”
Her gaze moved away as she chewed nervously on her lower lip. He pulled her lip free.
“Eyes on me,” he ordered, tweaking her nipple sharply.
Pleasure and pain surged in her eyes.
“I didn’t want anyone’s sympathy. I just couldn’t bear for anyone to know.”
“Well, I know now and I’m not turning away from you. I want you as much as I ever did. In fact, every day I think I want you more.”
He stood and placed her on the bed.
“Lay back, sugar. Spread your legs.”
She moved back and opened her thighs.
Duncan moved around to the bottom of the bed.
“Beautiful. Now scoot towards me a bit.” He waited until her feet were dangling off the edge of the bed. “That’s far enough. Bend your knees; place your feet against your bottom.”
She hesitated for a moment and he narrowed his gaze as he stared at her. Slowly, she raised her legs up, opening herself to his gaze. He drank her in. Her bare pussy glistened with her dew, proving to them both that she thoroughly enjoyed having him take the reins.
“Now reach down and grab your knees and pull your legs up towards your chest.”
Duncan ran his fingers up and down her thighs, then cupped her bottom. He chuckled.
“Let’s inspect my pretty pussy. I want you to hold very still, sugar.”
He reached over and grabbed a small footstool that stood by the armchair, pulling it over and sitting on it.
“If you get uncomfortable, let me know.”
He cupped her mound, feeling her heat sear him. Then he drew her lips apart, staring down at the inner lips, glistening under the light. Laken’s breath came quicker and he glanced up to check on her. Her eyes were closed.
Duncan stood and grabbed a pillow.
“Head up,” he ordered and placed the pillow beneath her head. “Okay, I want you to watch me, sugar. Eyes on me the whole time.”