The Single Dad: Girl’s Sexual Awakening

I need to fucking stop.

As our stares locked, silence passed between us, my brain spiraling even further out of control.

As though she could read my face, hear my thoughts, she said, “I should probably go to bed. It’s getting late.”

“Yeah … I should do the same.”

Except I wanted her under my covers.

I wanted to kiss her in the morning before I left for the plane, tucking the blanket around her since I was no longer in there to keep her warm.

She made no effort to leave and go upstairs.

And I knew I couldn’t move-my feet would only lead me to her-so I reached for the bottle. “I hope you don’t mind if I have more?”

“No, please. Have all you want.”

The second I set the bottle on the island, my glass now refilled, I realized I needed to put more distance between us, and I backed up a few paces until the range hit my ass.

It was only two feet.

Maybe three.

Still, I wasn’t sure it was enough.

Since, once again, my stare found hers.

And within the quietness that passed, so many words were spoken.

Needs.

Emotions.

If Sydney didn’t know what I was feeling, she had to be fucking blind.

But …

Goddamn it, she’s your fucking nanny, Ford.

Everly needs her.

You push every woman away because you fear they’re going to abandon your daughter. Sydney’s different. She’s here for Everly-that’s who she chose.

She’s the first non-family member who Everly’s fallen for.

You can’t afford to fuck that up.

Her eyes broke away from me, and she whispered, “I’m going to go to bed … unless you want me to stay.”

The war inside my head halted.

She was giving me an invitation.

One that involved spending more time with her, one that would allow me to continue gazing at her.

Did I want her to stay?

Of course I fucking did.

I also wanted to fight these urges.

I wanted to tell her to go to bed and lock the door.

I wanted …

Her.

“Don’t go,” I ordered. “Don’t move a fucking inch.”

As I took a deep breath, I smelled her in the air.

A coconut breeze that made every part of my body hard.

“Sydney …”

Her arms moved behind her, and she gripped the edge of the island, her hair framing her cheeks, her eyes filled with a seductive glare.

The new pose, with her shoulders pushed back, caused my eyes to dip to her tits.

My fucking God.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

That smile.

The way her breathing was speeding up, her chest rising and falling so fast.

The way her eyes were luring me in.

Urging me.

Goading me.

I needed to calm myself down.

I needed to push these thoughts out of my head.

I couldn’t have this woman.

I couldn’t kiss her.

I couldn’t put my hands on her.

I couldn’t …

I took in a mouthful of air, my hand clenching at my sides.

This wasn’t a need that was pulsing through me.

Nor was it a want.

Those were far too simple words.

This was deeper.

This was at my core.

This was ingrained.

This was too strong to fight anymore.

My feet were suddenly moving, my heart ignoring the warning signs that were blaring inside my gut, the feeling that I was about to make the biggest mistake.

Because no matter what, I couldn’t stop.

I couldn’t even pause midway.

I could only close the space between us.

The second she was within reach, I pulled her against me, my lips instantly crashing against hers.

The heat from her body scorched my skin, enveloping me, my body responding like I was already inside her.

“I can’t wait another second. I need you, Sydney.”

She moaned, “Ford,” as my hands went down her sides, rubbing those dips that I’d been staring at for so long, the way her back arched into that incredible heart-shaped ass.

Perfection.

That was what she was.

And I needed more.

While my tongue slid between her lips, I searched for that spot that would make her scream.

That was what I wanted.

That sound.

Those screams.

“I need to feel how fucking tight you are.”

I tugged at the button of her jeans and moved her zipper down, burying my fingers under her panties.

“That pussy,” I moaned.

Fuck.

The bareness.

The fucking tightness that I knew was waiting for me.

The wetness that would be coating my fingers.

I dived in.

Straight to my goddamn knuckle and heard, “Oh my God. Yes!”

This girl was ready for me.

Dripping.

Gripping my arm to move me deeper inside her.

I twisted my wrist when I got all the way in and halted. I wanted to relish this moment. One that I’d been thinking about for fucking weeks. And as I stilled, she pulsed.

Clenched.

“Tight …” I hissed against her mouth. “That doesn’t come close to describing what I’m feeling right now.”

Her hands moved to my shoulders, piercing me, urging me to go in farther.

And that was what I wanted, but first, I needed something else.

I needed the taste that I’d been after.

I quickly pulled out and rubbed my finger across my mouth. “Holy fucking hell.” I licked her off me, savoring her. “Sydney … that flavor. My God.” I swallowed. “I want more.”

But before I allowed myself more, I needed to see what the wetness would look like on her lips. “Your turn.” I swiped my finger across her mouth and commanded, “Taste yourself. Tell me how good it is.”

This was new to her.

I could tell by her timidness.

By the way her eyes followed my hand.

But she licked.

She swallowed.

And she quivered, saying, “Oh fuck,” before she slammed her mouth onto mine.

I returned to that spot I loved, two fingers sliding right in, my thumb against her clit, and I plunged in and out of her pussy.

“Ford!”

I knew it felt good.

I could hear it in her breaths.