Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 40942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Wow.
Just wow.
When he’d first put his fingers into her mouth, she’d started to lightly suck on them. But when he started talking, she’d become so riveted that she hadn’t been able to concentrate on anything but him.
He’d really been doing research because he thought that he might be a Daddy Dom?
She pulled back, letting his fingers slip from her mouth. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want.” Blakely tried to keep the hope from her voice, but she was pretty certain she failed.
He grasped her around the back of her head, holding her still. “I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it. Give me a chance to show you how much you mean to me, Blakely. Give me the opportunity to take care of you. To shower you with affection, love, and kindness.”
She sniffled. Shit. She knew she was about to start crying soon. “There’ll be orgasms, too, right?”
“Lots of orgasms,” he promised.
“And cuddles? Lots of cuddles?”
“So many cuddles,” he said warmly.
“And I can stay here? With you and Grandpa Jack?”
“Baby girl, this is your home. No matter what, you can always stay here. Understand me?”
“I’m scared too,” she whispered. “That I’ll wake up and it will all be a dream. That something will happen and you won’t want to be with me anymore. That I’ll lose all this. I know it’s not mine and I haven’t been here long, but I love it here and I love Grandpa Jack.”
“I know you do. And I know that it’s scary to risk that. But if you give me a chance, I promise I’m going to do all that I can to make this work.”
“You only live one life,” she whispered.
“And I want to spend that one life with you.”
17
Stafford carried her inside.
He really was taking this ‘taking care of her’ stuff seriously.
And Blakely loved it.
She was lapping it up like someone who had been starved of affection all her life.
Which, for a lot of her twenty-six years, she had been.
She stared up at him in fascination.
“You studying my wrinkles, baby girl?”
“No, just looking at the most perfect man in the world.”
He snorted. “I’m definitely not that.” He managed to get into his bedroom and shut the door without having to put her down.
Her man had mad skills.
Sitting her on the bed, he took a step back and slowly started to strip. She clapped her hands. “Ooh, a show.”
He grinned. “Only fair after the magic show you gave that I return the favor.”
“You’re going to do some tricks?” she asked.
“I might know one or two. Most of them involve my tongue, though.”
“Hmm, I’m not sure I know any magic tricks with my tongue,” she said in a slightly breathless voice as he continued to strip off.
The man was built.
She ran her gaze over his broad shoulders, down his firm chest and muscular stomach. He had a small amount of chest hair.
Just enough in her opinion.
Of course, she might be biased.
As he undid his belt, her breath caught. She adored his hands. Wide and masculine.
And they knew a few tricks too.
“Like what you see, darlin’?” he murmured.
She licked her lips. “Oh, yes. More, please.”
“Such good manners. Don’t worry about not knowing any tricks with your tongue. I’m going to teach you everything I know.”
Blakely felt a zing of excitement as he drew his jeans off. “You will?”
“Yep.”
“So you’re going to teach me how to give you a good, um, well, how to . . . you know . . . suckyourcock?”
Stafford paused with his boxers halfway down his thighs.
The words had burst out of her so fast that it took him a moment to decipher them. She was red as a tomato, but still staring at him bravely.
That wasn’t actually what he’d been talking about. But if she wanted to learn what he liked . . . hell, he wouldn’t say no.
“I can do that, darlin’.”
“Good! I want to learn what you like,” she said, the red fading from her face. “I want you to enjoy things.”
“Things?” he queried, amused.
“Hey, I can only say one naughty word a day. Maybe a week.” She grinned at him as he finished stripping.
Then he strode toward her. “I think it’s cute how you struggle to say what you think are naughty words.”
His cock was standing at attention already, wanting her touch. Her gaze went straight to it, but she sat still. She looked like she was barely breathing.
“Breathe, darlin’,” he urged.
She sucked in a breath and held it.
“Let it out. In. Out. Good girl. Now, touch my cock.”
Her touch was sweet and tentative and it nearly undid him. He let out a groan, and she snatched her hand back.
“Was that okay?”
“Fuck, yes, darlin’. Keep touching me. You can squeeze harder. You’re not going to break him.”
“I just haven’t done this much. Touched a man’s . . . you know.”