“What would be different if you’d known ahead of time?” I interject, and her chin jerks back.
“What?”
“Would you not be going to lunch with Winnie and Sophie?”
Her eyes narrow.
“Or Sophie and Jude’s wedding? Would you have said no to being in it if you’d prepared ahead of time?”
“No, Flynn, that would be rude. But that’s not the point—”
“It is the point, Dais. None of the results would have changed, but the amount of stress you’d have felt leading up to it would have been exponentially higher. You have a tendency to freak out a little.”
“I don’t freak out that much.”
“Daisy.”
She huffs. “Okay. So, I freak out. But the decision to freak out or not should be mine and mine alone. I’m Julia Roberts, dammit, and I say who, I say when, I say how much!”
I stalk toward her with quick, deliberate strides, and she tilts her chin back dramatically to keep her eyes on me during my approach.
Her breathing quickens as I put my hands to her jaw and tip her head back even more, running the pad of my thumb over her plump pink bottom lip.
“You’re right. I’m sorry.”
“I am? You are?”
I nod. “Even though I was trying to protect you from feeling anxiety I didn’t think you should have to feel, I should’ve given you a heads-up.”
“Okay,” she breathes out through a whisper.
“Okay, you accept my apology?”
“Yes, I accept.”
“Good.” I waggle my eyebrows. “Now it’s time to relax.”
“Time to relax?”
I nod briefly and then seal my lips to hers. She gasps, and I immediately slip my tongue into her mouth.
She tastes minty and fresh from brushing her teeth, and the smell of her hair when I’m this close envelops me like a cloud of fog. The urge to recreate our first night together and lift her onto the kitchen counter to eat her out is strong, but the need to normalize her first night in our bed is even stronger.
Hands to her ass, I lift her up until her legs wrap around my hips and her arms around my shoulders, and I turn to head down the hallway to the bedroom with her in my arms.
She’s light and easy to carry, but the things she’s doing with her tongue inside my mouth are a little bit more of a distraction. We bump into the wall once or twice but eventually make it to my room. Her back hits the soft material of my black comforter, and moonlight filters in through the window, illuminating the features of her face and the gloriousness of her curls spread out above her head.
Fuck, she really is beautiful.
One day soon, I need to see those lips around my cock. But not tonight. Tonight, I need to be inside her. She needs to feel me inside her—so goddamn deep she won’t even know she’s in a bed, let alone my own, when we’re done.
I pull her pajama shorts down the length of her legs, taking her pretty pink panties with them, and then scoot her up onto the bed until her shoulders touch the pillows.
“Hold on to the headboard,” I instruct, taking her hands in mine and placing them where I want, rather than waiting for her to process the order and carry it out herself. “I’m going to fuck you hard tonight.”
She needs it, I know, and if I’m completely honest, so do I. Seeing Ty’s hands on her so casually felt…not good. I didn’t like it, and as much as I can’t exactly explain why that is, I’m ready and willing to do what I need to make myself feel better about it.
And fucking Daisy until neither of us can breathe sure seems like it’ll make me feel better.
Stroking two fingers through her center, I find Daisy wet and ready enough for me that neither of us has to wait any longer.
“Keep your legs open,” I tell her. “I want you as deep as I can go.”
Eyes wide, she nods and complies, spreading her thighs apart to make room for my hips to fall in between. She feels like heaven against me, and my already hard cock jerks in anticipation.
With only a little maneuvering, I slide inside with ease, going slowly to give her time to adapt. I push past the limit, until the hilt of me is beyond the entrance of her, and she kicks her head back in response. Her eyes close, her fingertips curl into the comforter below, and her mouth rounds in pleasure.
That’s it. “That’s a good girl.”
Out and in again, I score a path for my thrusts while upping the tempo with each one. She pants slightly, the jolt combined with the relentless stroke at her most sensitive nerves making it hard to keep enough air in her lungs.