“That’s insane.”
“No more insane than moving to the wilds of Wyoming and finding everything I ever wanted.”
Jeez. He could be so sweet.
“I love you too,” she told him.
A huge smile filled his face and he kissed her gently. “Come on, now, it’s time for bed.”
He helped her up, and she set off for the bedroom she’d used last time. Reaching out, he grabbed her hand. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“To bed.” Wasn’t that obvious?
“In the spare bedroom?”
“Well, yeah, where else?”
“I was kind of thinking you’d sleep with me.”
“Oh. Ohh.” Her face went bright red.
He cupped her face between his hands. “Nothing is going to happen. You’re too sore for that. But I want you beside me when I go to sleep and next to me when I wake up. For the rest of our lives.”
“That’s what I want too.”
“I know, baby.”
Chapter Eight
Lucie woke up with his mouth around her nipple.
“Daddy?” she questioned.
“Hmm,” he murmured as he suckled on her nipple before taking as much of her breast into his mouth as he could.
This last week had been kind of a whirlwind. When Atticus made up his mind about something, he went all in. He was a force to be reckoned with. Stubborn and opinionated.
Yeah, they’d had a few arguments.
Over him paying off her debts. Over his insistence that they wreck Queenie when she’d wanted to fix her. Over her moving in with him, despite the fact that they hadn’t been together for long.
But he wasn’t budging on any of those things. And let’s face it. Everything he did was with her in mind. Well, with both of them in mind. Now he didn’t have to worry about her driving Queenie around and getting into an accident. He didn’t have to be concerned that she was cold, or that she was sleeping on the sofa, or whether she had enough food.
Because he took care of all of those things.
Being Atticus’ Little girl was amazing. He took on all those worries, the big ones and the little ones. He gave her a safe space where she could be herself. Where her Little could be free. But she had to be careful not to let him get away with too much. If she didn’t give him hell every so often, then he would likely get a big head from always getting his way.
Yeah, she figured that was her job. To make his sure big head could still get in the door of their cabin.
She smiled at that thought.
But over this past week, he hadn’t made a move on her. Mostly, she thought, because she’d been recovering from the accident. She’d woken up the following day feeling like absolute shit, barely able to move.
He’d totally babied her. Setting her up on the sofa. Bringing her whatever she wanted. He wouldn’t let her lift a finger.
And she’d adored him for it.
Until she started to feel better. Then she might have gotten a bit sassy with him. And she’d earned herself her first punishment. Well, second since he said she was still owed one for driving in a snowstorm.
But she was hoping he would forget about that.
Her second punishment had also been delayed until she felt better. She wasn’t worried. She figured he would forget about it with time.
They’d spent their nights talking. He’d spoken about Gemma, and she told him about her father and grandparents. She’d told him how she’d lost her virginity to her high school boyfriend, who’d dumped her the next day, and he’d pretended that he was going to track him down and beat on him for her. Actually, she wasn’t entirely sure that was a joke. She’d need to keep an eye on him.
“Fuck, Lucie, your breasts are beautiful.”
Her breath left her in a rush as he knelt and threw the covers off them. Her pajama top was already bunched up under her arms, baring her breasts. Her nipples were stiff and aching. He drew the top off completely.
They’d played around a few times already. He liked to give her a bath each night and sometimes he’d join her. But this felt different.
“Atticus?” she whispered.
“Hush, baby, you’re all right. I’m going to take good care of you. Trust me?”
“Always.”
He leaned over her, kissing her until she was breathless. Then he kissed his way down her neck towards her breasts. He tortured them, moving his mouth from one nipple to the other until she was squirming beneath him, needing more.
“Please! Please!”
“Please what?” he asked.
“Please, more. I can’t . . . I need more.”
He rolled onto his side and placed his huge hand on her stomach. He was so big in comparison to her. And she knew he was big all over. The first time she’d seen that monster cock, she’d almost had a freaking panic attack.
But it would fit. It had to fit. Because there was no other option.
“What do you need?” he asked her in a low voice, moving his fingers under the band of her pajama bottoms so the tips reached the top of her slit.
She drove her hips up, trying to get his fingers to touch her clit.
“Stay still and tell me what you need,” he commanded.
“I can’t . . . I need you . . . please.”
“What do you need?”
She raised her hips up again.
“Bad girl. Part your legs.”
Yes. Thank God. She slid her legs apart. To her shock, he slapped her pussy.
“Hey! What was that?”
“That was your punishment for not listening to me. Keep still and tell me what you need.”
Heavy pants had her breasts rising and falling. Crap.
“I need you to touch my clit,” she managed to get out.
“And?”
“And I need you to fuck me.”
“Good girl, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Now, get naked, then spread your legs nice and wide. I want to see my pussy.”
Oh, Lord. Did he really just say that?
Yep. Seemed he had.
Climbing off the bed, he stripped off his pajama bottoms, revealing his firm, muscular body. And that thick, long cock standing up proudly.
She licked her lips. Then she quickly did as ordered. She knew her cheeks were growing red, but she really needed him to touch her.
“Reach down and part your lips.”
Oh Lord.
With a trembling hand, she parted her lower lips.
“Good girl.” He moved around the end of the bed, then grasped hold of her hips, pulling her down the bed. Kneeling on the floor, he leaned in and ran his tongue along her slit.
She screamed, half sitting up.
Holy. Heck.
That was amazing.
He was insanely good with his tongue. He flicked at her clit before moving his tongue lower to toy with her entrance. Grabbing her legs, he pushed them up high as he drove his tongue inside her.
It was like nothing she’d ever felt before. She felt herself rising towards her peak. Getting closer and closer.
He withdrew his tongue to suck on her clit.
Close . . . so close.
Then he pulled back. His mouth was covered in her dew, and she watched with a groan as he licked his lips.
Darn. That was so hot.
“I was nearly there,” she complained.