“Baby,” he growled in warning, but his hand had already slid down to cup her sore bottom, squeezing just enough to make her gasp.
Tazzy lifted her head and let him see exactly how much she needed him. “I missed you, Daddy,” she whispered, biting her bottom lip. “All of you.”
Jaxon made a low, hungry sound and stood up so fast the room spun. Before she knew what was happening, he had her tossed over his broad shoulder again. One big hand clamped firmly over her tender backside, holding her in place as he strode down the hallway toward his bedroom.
“Teasing Daddy has consequences, little girl,” he said, voice dark with promise. “And you are about to learn every single one of them.”
God, she hoped so.
Tazzy smiled, her heart racing with anticipation while she bounced on his shoulder. He kicked open the bedroom door. Striding across the room to his bed, he tossed her on her back. Before she could blink, he was on her.
Flipping her to her side, he pulled her close, spooning her. There was no mistaking his hard body and his incredible heat. Or his arousal.
Taking his time, he tunneled his fingers through her hair, holding her to him. A shock of need sparked inside her, lighting her on fire.
Her skin pebbled at the erotic pain as he tightened his grip. Should she try to resist? As if reading her mind, he wrapped his arm around her waist, pinning her close. Her nipples peaked. As if hecouldn’t help himself, he gave each a light pinch, heightening her arousal.
She needed more of that. Instead, he rolled her to face him, holding her close as his lips found hers. His kiss was hard and filled with as much need as hers. She pressed her body against his, but it wasn’t enough. She needed to feel the heat of him, his skin touching hers.
She tugged at his t-shirt and ran her hands over his abs, reveling in the sensation of the narrow band of hair that disappeared at the waistband of his jeans. She dipped the tip of her finger underneath his jeans, following the line as far as she dared.
He groaned, deep and guttural, filled with urgent need. That sound, so primal, might have startled another woman, but it only stoked her desire higher.
Tazzy couldn’t think. Thankfully, she didn’t have to. All she had to do was feel. Jaxon showed no hesitation. He didn’t ask for permission. Eight years ago, he’d treated her as if she were made of glass, but that was then. Now, he kissed her with a raw passion that thrilled her.
Need unlike any she’d ever known coursed through her.
He stroked her tongue with his own, rolling her onto her back and pinning her to the bed with his body. Losing all control, she rocked her core against his cock.
She half expected him to scold her for trying to take control. Instead, he kissed his way down the slender column of her neck. She shivered when he pushed his erection harder against her sex and growled, “Look what you do to me, babygirl. My cock has been like this since I walked into Books -N-Brews last week.”
“Poor Daddy,” she crooned, giving him an evil grin. “Did you have a hard time?” She ran her hand over his cock on the word “hard.”
His eyes glittered. “You’re about to find out just how hard.”
Repeating her own word from earlier in the evening, she whispered, “Promise?”
Staring down at her, his eyes filled with danger and determination. He paused, making her wait.
Um… no.
There was no way she could stop now. It might kill her. Allowing everything she was feeling to show, she clutched his arm. “I need you, Daddy,” she said, her voice filled with desperate need. “Please, don’t stop.”
“Stopping is the last thing I have on my mind, babygirl.” He caught her hands in his and drew them over her head, pinning them there with her knuckles pressed to the bed. “These don’t move until I give you permission,” he said, his voice as rough as crushed gravel.
Carnal desire flared in his eyes.
He released her hands and reached for the bottom of her shirt, drawing it up and over her head with one hand. She’d worn a sheer black bra. It wasn’t the sexiest thing on the market, but the red flags of arousal staining her Daddy’s cheeks said it was sexy enough. Before she could offer to take it off, he grasped the narrow band in the front and ripped it in two.
“Daddy!” she shrieked. “That was my favorite bra!” Okay, that may have been a bit of an exaggeration, but still.
“I’ll buy you another one,” he said as he peeled back the cups of her bra like a child peeling the wrapper off a large chocolate bunny at Easter.
The look in his eyes when he exposed her breast stole her ability to speak. To think. She wasn’t even sure she remembered how to breathe.
“You have the most beautiful nipples in the world, Darkling. I dreamed of tasting them again every night.”
Earlier, he had called her Sprite, but now, Darkling seemed to suit him just fine.