Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
He lowered his lips and kissed her neck before trailing nibbling kisses between the cups of her bra. “Little girl, I do not need makeup or fancy hair. You are the most delightful, beautiful, intelligent, sexy woman I’ve ever met. I’m in awe of everything about you. Hell, after Magnus’s announcement about your multiple advanced degrees, I’m feeling a bit humbled and unworthy.”
It was hard to focus on his words while he continued to kiss her cleavage. But she caught that last part clearly and leaned back. “Don’t be ridiculous.” She was panting, but she tried to continue to focus. “You are so much more interesting than me. Muscular and worldly and knowledgeable and savvy. I only know about science things.”
He slid his hands up her back and lifted his face to meet her gaze. “That’s not true. You have a tremendous amount of common sense, Celeste. You had everything in place for any eventuality. You had cash on hand. You knew to turn off your phone and computer. You knew not to stay in your apartment for another minute. You made wise decisions that kept you alive, and I’m so fucking glad.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he popped the clasp on her bra. As it slid down her arms, she shivered.
His gaze was heated and lustful as he took in her rounded breasts. She knew she was an anomaly. Dressed in her usual baggy clothing, she looked fit and toned. Only when she wore something fitted perfectly or was nude did her curves reveal themselves. She’d never even attempted to look like one of those slender cover models. Celeste ran to release the tension of the day and to have dedicated thinking time—not because she wanted to be sexier. To her delight, the look on Hawking’s face told her he was definitely not disappointed.
“Celeste…” The word was soft and breathy, and wetness gathered between her legs. Her Daddy certainly knew how to make her feel like a princess.
He lowered his lips to one of her nipples and kissed it reverently, making her breath hitch. The way he worshipped her was so sweet and endearing that emotion welled up inside her. “Hawking…”
The sound of his name on her lips startled her. It didn’t sound anything like her. She’d been calling him Daddy for the past few hours, but she wanted to use his real name while he touched her so intimately.
He was still fully clothed, and she had on her pants, but all she could do was hold on to his biceps as he switched back and forth between her breasts, lavishing them with his lips and tongue.
She’d never been this aroused before. Not alone with her vibrator, and certainly not with any previous man.
When he released her nipple and lifted his gaze, he was panting and grinning. “Fuck, but you are sexy and so responsive. Are you wet for me, CB?”
She nodded, her face heating. While she had marginal control over at least a few brain cells, she grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up.
He helped her tug it over his head before his fingers came to the button on her jeans.
She matched him, holding his gaze while she tackled his button. She wanted to see him. Hell, she wanted to do far more than see him. She had the oddest urge to drop onto her knees and take him into her mouth.
She’d never given a blow job before. She’d never even considered it. But with Hawking, she felt strange new carnal urges.
They simultaneously shoved each other’s jeans over hips and down thighs before she realized they both had on shoes and were about to be comically stuck.
“Little girl, wait for Daddy.” Hawking took a step back and ripped off the rest of his clothes. Pausing, he let her look over his body.
Her gaze roamed all over his delectable body, taking in his short, tidy haircut and beard, the array of tattoos, his chiseled muscles, and the V of his stomach that led to the most impressive cock she’d ever set eyes on.
Thank God I’m not a virgin. Though it had been a long time since she’d had sex. He was going to stretch her.
Hawking’s hands were fisted at his sides as if he were struggling to hold back.
When she raised her gaze to meet his, she pleaded, “Me, now.”
Suddenly, he broke the silence. “Now, I get to finish unwrapping my present.”
Kneeling at her feet, Hawking pressed a kiss just above the line of her brief panties. Off-balanced by her need, Celeste steadied herself by clinging to his broad shoulders. She stepped when directed as he stripped off her shoes and the last of her clothing.
“Bath, naughty girl.” He stood and pointed toward the tub.
Chapter Eleven
Hawking had no idea how he was going to survive this bathing session without impaling his fucking sexy Little girl while they were still in the tub. His cock was rock hard.