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to shudder violently against him.
 You want me? he asked, eyes burning through to her heart.  Tell me.
 I want you! Now! she croaked, her nails trailing down his muscular back. Her
breathing, labored and harsh, slowed, but Ichigo s breath, a teasing warmth against her
nipples, set her fire ablaze once more.
 Aw, yes! he voice smoky with lust, throwing his head back in pleasure.
 Damn, Char, see what you do to me?
He inched in a little more, slowly, stuffing her. Stars burst behind her closed eyes
and with every stroke they multiplied. He pumped her with languid, corkscrew thrusts,
and he ruthlessly refused to listen to her pleas. The walls of her pussy clenched his
massive manhood greedily. He rammed into her seeping hole without stopping, using
his great upper body strength to support his torso as his hips plunged into her core
again and again. His thrusts became urgent, so rapid his balls smacked against her ass. He bent down and placed scores of kisses down her
collarbone and up the
sensitive side of her neck. A prickling heat rushed over her then, her inner walls
clenching against him, squeezing his cock for more, and the dizzying glimpse of a
release teasingly hovered along the edge of her grasp.
 Ichigo, please&  her perspiration beading along her forehead and slipping
down her face. Above her, her angel seemed to float, his hair, damp from his efforts,
brushed her face against her spiked nipples like a series of feathers.
 Look at me, Char, he ordered, his eyes dark liquid heat.
She met his stare and held it.
 Come.
And with that he pounded into her with abandon until her orgasm unfurled,
strumming through like a locomotive and smashing all sense of time, place, and
purpose beyond him.
 Yeah! Like that! he bit out and shoved a few times more before his muscles
stiffened and his own release tore through him. He slid out of her, allowing his hot seed
to squirt over her taunt belly, his fist pumping out his desire as if it burned him.
 Char!
Spent, he lay beside her on the cool tile floor, the aroma of sex and sweat
mingled. He got up and went to the sink. She heard water running, and then he reclined
beside her once more. The warmth of a cloth made her jump, and she laughed.
 Too cold? he asked, his body glistened against the kitchen s lights.
 No, no, that s just right, she whimpered, too exhausted to say more.
Chapter Eight
From his recliner, Ichigo watched Charlotte sleep on the sofa, his grandmother s
blanket covering her now clothed body. He d insisted she sleep in his bed, but she
argued that Kanon shouldn t discover her nanny in bed with her father. His wanton
desire flamed alive every time he looked at her. He could still taste her on his tongue,
and despite showering and brushing his teeth, he still smelled her on his skin.
His alarm had gone off at seven, and any minute now Kanon would be bouncing
down the stairs, searching for him. They d have waffles and the like, maybe even go to
the park today, or over to the Greensboro Children s Museum. Fridays he spent extra
time with Kanon. He got up early with her every morning, surviving on a little less than
six hours of sleep a night. He wanted to spend time with her, and her sleep schedule
didn t exactly match his. It didn t matter. She did.
He smiled at the beauty on his sofa. Snores drifted up from her and he couldn t
stop the flurry of emotions inside him. Not since Sybil left him had he wanted to be
something more than just a father. As a paramedic, he saw scores of people everyday
who failed to live each day to the fullest. It never occurred to him that until he met
Charlotte, he d been doing the same thing. Oh, he knew inside, deep inside that parts of
him had been broken and left to mend awkwardly on their own. No one had set those
breaks properly, and he d suffered. Healing over the broken, misshapen pieces of his
heart again and again, until he d given up on living. The anguish of having his heart
broken and reformed stole his willpower. Now, she d come.
Charlotte.
Would she be queen of his heart? Hell, she already ruled his emotions, as she d
proven in the kitchen in the wee hours of the morning. Not that he d ever thought he d
make love to a woman on the kitchen floor, well, at least not the first time, but he
couldn t withstand her heat. He d envision taking her amongst the clean, navy sheets of
his bed, or sprawled together in his Jacuzzi tub, but on the floor? Never. But he had.
And now, he worried, gnawing on his bottom lip in anticipation. Would she wake up
and bolt? Would she pretend it didn t happen? Would she act like she wanted to move
in?
He pushed off the recliner and began to pace. What would he do if any, or hell,
all of those situations happened?
He had no idea.
 Daddy? questioned the tiny voice of his daughter. It echoed through to the
den. The spike of fear trembled through that one single word.
He left the room and headed to the stairs where Kanon, still rubbing her eyes
and wearing her purple hearts pjs stood at the top. Her favorite doll clutched in a one
arm choke hold.
 Here, he called back.
Once she saw his face, it relaxed into pure relief and happiness. He headed up
the stairs to her and once he reached the top, scooped her up into a tight bear hug. Her
pigtails had unraveled in her sleep and the ribbons had disappeared, probably into the folds of her comforter. She had an unnatural fear of being
abandoned, courtesy of her
mother, which was part of the reason why Kanon didn t trust nannies or anyone right
off the bat. The fact that she d warmed to Charlotte spoke to the woman s gentle nature.
 Daddy! she squealed, hugging tight with her little hands.  I had the bestest
dream& 
 Oh yeah? Tell me.
And she proceeded to tell him about being a princess, dragons, and of princes,
kings, queens, and lands far, far away. She stood on the stool and he got her toothbrush
ready. Using the kiddie mirror on the counter, she brushed her teeth.
 Don t skim on the back teeth.
 Or those in the front, came the sleepy voice of his queen.
He glanced over his shoulder to see Charlotte leaning against the doorway.
 Hi, Charlotte! Kanon cried with a mouth filled with toothpaste.
 Rinse, Ichigo said, smiling. Turning to Charlotte, he said,  Morning.
He wanted to make it sound neutral, but it blew out with so much heat, he
thought she d slap him for being lewd. He sounded like he d just had mind-blowing sex
with her last night, well, this morning. It didn t matter what he wanted, because she
had that thing, that magic that made him act stupid in front of her.
A wry smile tugged the sides of her mouth, and she said,  Morning.
 Daddy, all clean! Kanon popped out and burst through the doorway, pushing
past Charlotte.  Pancakes!  Yeah, it s time for pancakes, he said, grinning after his daughter.  You want to
stay for some?
 No, uh, I better be getting on home, she said, avoiding his eyes. She smoothed
her hands down her sweater and jeans.  I, uh, have to be back in a few hours. I ve got
errands to run, and stuff.
An uneasy feeling made his stomach hurt.
 I see.
 So, uh, catch you later, she stammered, and slipped out of the doorway. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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