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His head bobbed quickly. "I do. I wasn't sure how to bring it up, and I didn't plan for it to be tonight, but then your dad left, and I?—"
I placed a finger over his mouth to stop the rambling. He didn't need to explain himself. He'd told me what he wanted, and I would provide it. We'd discussed limits and safe words before. My boy had also been very clear that he liked to bottom. I was more than ready to sink inside him, to press against his big, hard body and worship him.
I took his hand and stood. "Come with me, baby. We're not doing this out in the open. I don't care what my pops said about not coming back soon. I want to lay you out and take my time."
Grizzly gulped but did as I instructed. As I led him out of the living room, I knew this was another shift coming for us. I struggled to hold myself together until we reached the bedroom.
The second I closed and locked the door behind us though, it was over. I ripped my shirt over my head, then reached for his. With his chest bared, I ran my hands over him, admiring that hair I loved so much and the muscles I thirsted over. Then I squeezed his thick pecs and buried my face between them. We groaned in unison.
This was going to be the best sex of my life.
Grizzly was the besteverythingof my life.
CHAPTER 26
Grizzly
I had picked up on the vibe from Paxton's dad that he wanted to give us space.
He’d kept asking questions about me, which I answered despite my better judgment. I was usually pretty private, since I didn't feel comfortable sharing about my past. No one wanted the mood brought down by hearing about negligent parents.
Plus, it wasn't like they could do anything to change it. At least I hadn't thought they could.
Paxton's anger on my behalf had soothed me in a way I'd never experienced, and his dad's fury right alongside it had cracked the high walls of the castle I’d tucked myself behind.
I pushed the thoughts away as Paxton pulled me into his bedroom—though really, he didn't have to pull at all. I'd come willingly.
When the door closed and he began pulling our clothes off, I wanted to savor every second, but I also felt like it couldn'thappen fast enough. This thing between us had been building for months. We'd taken it slow for the most part, keeping our time together to cuddles and me embracing my softer side. Now, Little me was taking a backseat to give Big me time to enjoy Daddy.
As my cock hardened, I panted, needing Paxton's hands on me in a way that went beyond comfort. "Please," I groaned as his hands ran over my body. He didn’t stop until he reached my chest, where he paused for only a second before pressing his face between my pecs. At the same time, his hands squeezed them tightly together.
It was intoxicating to see how much he appreciated my body. There was no question of his attraction, no shadow of doubt that he found me handsome and appealing. No one could fake this level of need.
I wasn't loud or vocal by nature. The exception was when it came to advocating for my clients. Paxton, however, made me want to scream from the rooftops. He made me want to demand things I had no business demanding.
His tongue trailed across my hairy chest, nipping here and there until he reached my nipples. He teased the sensitive buds for just a moment before moving his hands down to my pants. I'd come in jeans and a t-shirt, my comfort winning out over any attempt to look impressive.
Paxton's dad had seen me polished—between the time he'd stopped by the office and draft day, he knew I cleaned up well. So it was nothing for Paxton to undo my jeans and slide them down along with my boxers in one swift motion.
I had only a second to register that I was fully naked before his hand wrapped around my hard length.
"Daddy!" I panted, need taking over my ability to speak.
He mumbled against my skin, his face pressed so close I couldn't make it out.
"What?" I asked.
He pulled back until his gaze met mine. Hot, fiery, and blown wide, his pupils swallowed the color of his eyes almost entirely. He was damn near undone already, and I had barely touched him. He was the one doing everything.
Yet, all I could think was… I did this to him.
"Baby," he started, though his hand kept stroking me slowly. "I wish I could explain how gorgeous you are right now. How much I want to take my time with you. How I want to sink into you and live there—every day, every breath, for the rest of time on this plane."
I shivered at the picture he painted. I was fully open to him having anything he wanted from me, any time, any place. That would be a later conversation. The focus now was experiencing him for the first time. It was all I’d been able to think about for weeks.
Paxton Wells had swept into my life unexpectedly and taken over every thought I had since. Whether it was him in the role of my Daddy or as the star of every fantasy I played out alone at night, there was no getting rid of him.
I didn't want to.
