I feel a flush crawl up my face as his eyes narrow.
Then he blinks.
“Are you trying to tell me something, angel?” His gaze drops between my still spread legs like he can read the secret there. His nostrils flare in that wild, intensely hot way again. “Fuck, baby. Is Daddy’s little girla virgin?”
He says the last two words in a hushed savage growl and I hear a slight intonation in his voice, a hint of an accent that tickles the back of my mind. But before I can pin it down, his hand is cupping my nape and squeezing.
“Answer me!”
He’s almost feral and my heart races even faster as I answer, “Y-y-yes.”
His eyes squeeze shut.
For endless seconds, the only sound in the room is his heavy breathing and the rise and fall of his chest.
Then he’s scooping me up again.
“W-where are we going?”
“Upstairs. Bedroom. I need you spread out on a bed with all the lights on. I need to see every beautiful inch of you. I’m not a missing a single second of you gifting me the greatest treasure in the world.”
Oh.Oh God.
Tears prickle the back of my eyes and I blink fast to dispel them. But he still sees and his steps slow along the upstairs hallway.
“Sweetheart? Why are you crying?” he demands gruffly.
I shake my head. “I never thought…I had no idea when I woke up this morning…that this would…I’m sorry, I’m being silly…” I stop my babbling before any more silly worlds spill out.
But a look crosses his eyes, a fierce but understanding look that makes my chest tighten. That makes me think perhaps I’m not being silly after all.
“No, you’re not. I had no idea either, remember? No idea what a treasure I’d find when I walked into that shitty bar that first time. I could’ve been anywhere else in the country. For us both to be in the same place at the same time… You have no idea how thankful I am that I did.”
His arms grip me tight. Tighter. Until I squirm and my eyes widen at the flash of pure viciousness that crosses his face.
But I know the expression isn’t for me because when he glances down at me a second later, it’s gone.
The hunger is back.
I swallow at the increasing intensity in his eyes as I answer, overcome by the emotions tearing through me, “Me too.”
“That’s good, baby. Now I want you to do me a favor, okay?”
“Yes, anything,” I breathe, and his eyes flare with even more ferocity.
“Keep that thought in mind when things get a little insane, okay? I’m a possessive motherfucker. And, trust me, when I get inside that gorgeous pussy and I’m pounding away, I will be reminded with each stroke how lucky I am to have found you. How privileged I am to be your first.”
Undeniably, his words electrify me. I’m all but melting into a puddle of goo when he walks us into the primary bedroom.
Unlike the rooms downstairs, the blinds are pulled, obscuring the view of the ocean.
He sets me down and his blazing gaze scorches up and down my body before he commands gruffly, “Turn around.”
I turn and face the bed.
He trails kisses up and down the side of my neck, making thick, hungry sounds, his breathing short and lightly panting as he lowers the long zipper at my back and peels the sequined dress down my body.
The material pools at my feet and I step out of it.