It'sbeenaweeksince the girls arrived, and Dalton has been home for dinner every night. He listens as they tell him about their day, and it's like we’re a typical family. Dalton picks them up from school most days and helps with their homework.
The girls have their moments. They get frustrated about doing schoolwork when they’re not in the right headspace. I don't blame them one bit. Hell, I'm a grown adult, and I can't imagine how I would react to losing my parents. I don't think I'd get out of bed for a week. So the fact these girls are up and functioning is a miracle in itself.
All in all, the kids are sad, but they’re settling in. Dalton is adjusting to his new role, and I truly believe he was overthinking everything when we met, but I haven't told him that.
"No, I want to be Belle!" Hope yells, pulling me from my thoughts.
We're figuring out Halloween costumes so I can order them online, and Fawn and Hope both want to be the Belle from Beauty and the Beast.
"You could both be Belle. One of you could be Belle in the ball gown, and the other could be Belle in her blue and white dress carrying a book.
"I want to be Belle with a blue dress," Fawn says.
I figured she’d want that one because she's into reading.
"And I want to be Belle with the ball gown," Hope says.
"See? Problem solved. Now, let's order your Halloween costumes and figure out what Zoe should be."
The evening goes smoothly, and we get the Halloween costumes ordered. Dalton comes home and dives in to help them with their homework. After dinner, we get the girls to bed. I head to my room to get ready for bed, and like every night this week, Dalton stalks in, flips me over his shoulder, and carries me back to his room.
"Why don't you move into my room?" he asks as he sets me down on his bed.
"Because I like having my own space." I smile up at him, and he shakes his head.
He rips his shirt over his head. "Join me in the shower?"
We haven't done anything more than get each other off, but I appreciate that he's willing to go slow. My body craves him, but I don’t want my heart broken again. We've been fooling around but haven't seen each other completely naked yet. I’m not going to pass up the chance, so I nod and follow him into the bathroom as he gets the water going.
When he turns to look at me, the intensity in his eyes causes me to gasp. It's like he's ready to eat me alive. Maybe he is. He hesitantly steps forward and takes the hem of my shirt between his fingers. He doesn't move to take it off but stands there like he's waiting for my permission. I give it to him by lifting my arms above my head, and he gently removes my shirt, followed by my pants. His hot gaze runs over me in my lace panties and bra, lingering on my nipples straining against the material.
"Fuck." He mutters under his breath.
Reaching for his pants, he unbuttons them and slides them down his legs so he can step out of them. The outline of his cock is visible beneath the fabric of his black boxer briefs.
He grips my hips and runs his hands up my sides to my back, removing my bra. I quickly step out of my panties before pulling his boxer briefs down, watching as his cock springs free.
His eyes roam over me while I drink in his hard muscles and defined abs. You'd never guess he had such a chiseled body under all those suits he wears.
He takes my hand and leads me into the shower, and the warm water feels heavenly against my skin—almost as good as his skin on mine as he pulls me toward him.
Slowly, he runs his hands through my hair, getting it wet. Dear God, who knew such a simple act could be so erotic? He takes his time washing every bit of me with his body wash and then allows me to do the same for him.
Once the last of the body wash is rinsed away, it's like a switch flips, and he pins to the wall, his cock nestled against my core. “You drive me crazy, standing here dripping wet for me, little one,” he whispers against my skin as he trails his lips down my neck.
I want nothing more than him inside me, but he has me pinned so perfectly that I can't move.
“Every time your eyes are on me, you drive me crazy,” I murmur.
His eyes flash with desire. “Good. I want you always needing me, wanting me, and ready for me.”
He moves his hand between my legs to find my folds soaked, and not just from the shower. I’m so sensitive to his touch that all I want to do is come, but I don’t want to unless he’s inside me.
“Look at you, so hot and ready for me,” he whispers as he leans down to suck one of my nipples.
“It was seeing how hard you got for me when you were washing me,” I gasp.
He takes his cock in his hand, rubbing the head along my slit and over my clit. I moan and move my hips, trying to get him where I want him.