Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 252(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 252(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
Gripping her waist lightly, Steele pulled her closer. She watched, holding her breath as he lowered his lips to capture hers. Ivy opened her mouth, inviting him to deepen the sweet kiss he gave her. Immediately, Steele swept his tongue over her inner lips to taste her before sliding inside. Ivy loved his flavor and rose onto her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck.
She moaned when his tongue tangled with hers seductively. His kiss was perfect—not too aggressive, not too saliva-drenched, not too timid. The scratch of his surprisingly soft beard added more sensations to the exchange. Steele knew how to kiss, and he did it well.
When he lifted his head, Ivy protested, clutching his shoulders to stay close. “Daddy?” She was shocked how easily that title came to her lips.
“We’ll play more, Little girl. Let’s get both of us clean.”
Steele stroked the soap over her torso before handing it to her. “You help Daddy, Little girl. Would you like to wash my chest?” he asked.
Jumping at the offer to touch him, Ivy rubbed the bar over his chest hair and along that trailing line down his chiseled abdomen before handing it back to him. She smoothed the slick lather over his skin, enjoying the feel of his muscles under her fingertips. When her hands drifted toward his pelvis, Steele’s hand trapped hers gently against his hard stomach.
“That’s not my chest,” he pointed out.
“I know, but…” She let her voice trail away suggestively.
“Ask for permission, Little girl,” he answered, lifting his hand from hers.
“Permission?” she echoed.
He nodded in answer as his hands spread suds over her small, sensitive breasts. Distracted by his touch, Ivy hesitated for a few seconds before pulling her thoughts back together. “I need to ask permission to touch your…?” Somehow saying it sounded so dirty.
“Cock? Yes.”
Ivy stared at him. Steele wasn’t perturbed at all by using that word. So, she could use it too.
“Daddy, can I touch your cock?” she asked saucily, making a joke of it.
“Not with that tone, you can’t.” His face was solemn. He wasn’t joking.
“I can’t?”
“Nope.” Steele rubbed the bar over the mound at the V of her legs and spread it over her lower lips. “Spread your legs.”
Automatically, she shifted her legs apart and closed her eyes at the sensations he aroused in her as he spread the cleanser through her pink folds. The difference in the rules between him touching her and Ivy not being allowed to touch him made her try to resist the sensations he caused. “That’s not fair.”
“Daddies make the rules. Try again but ask nicely,” he suggested.
“Daddy, can I touch your cock?” she sassed.
“Nope.” His fingers stroking her made her eyes cross.
“Daddy, can I touch your cock?” she asked in mock anger. Who could be angry with a man who had a magic touch?
“No.”
Lifting onto her tiptoes as the sensations built between her legs, Ivy gasped in need. “Daddy, can I touch your cock?”
“Yes, Little girl.”
Her hand closed around his thickness. He groaned as she squeezed him experimentally. Stroking her hand toward the tip, Ivy struggled to divide her attention between giving and receiving pleasure. Her brain rebelled, and she froze. As if he could read her distress, Steele shifted her hand away, turned her around before pulling her back tightly against his chest.
His fingers returned to their skilled play between her legs as he supported her body. Focusing completely on the sensations of the warm shower spray striking her skin, the feel of his hard body pressed against her, and the tingling that built between her legs, Ivy dropped her head back against his chest and closed her eyes. In a flash, those growing zings of pleasure exploded inside her and she shuddered in his arms. His touch gentled as he prolonged her enjoyment.
When his lips pressed against her temple, Ivy pulled herself together. She could feel his thick erection pressing into her bottom and felt remorse that she hadn’t showered him with as much pleasure as Steele had lavished on her.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“For being injured? Never apologize for that, Little girl.”
His callused hands whisked over her body, removing all the suds from her skin before wrapping her in a towel. “Lean against the wall. I’ll be quick.”
Given permission to remain in the shower with him, Ivy followed his directions and lounged in the dry area of the shower. Watching his powerful hands finish cleaning his body, she tried to memorize his unbelievable physique. How could anyone who looked like that naked want someone like her?
“Stop it.”
She lifted her gaze to his face. “What?”
“Stop judging yourself as lacking.”
Staring at him in disbelief, Ivy watched him tilt his head back into the spray, as if he hadn’t just read her mind. He couldn’t really know what she was thinking, could he?
When he emerged from the spray, Steele stalked forward to grab the other towel and scrub his body and hair dry. Turning to her, he tilted her chin up with one hand before pressing an intense kiss to her lips. Instantly, desire rekindled inside her.