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We keep the conversation surface-level for the rest of the meal, and then I have to let her go so I can get my work done for the day. It will be easier, knowing she’s warm and well-fed, searching for something to do in the future that fulfills her.
What won’t make it easier, though, is how fucking hard I still am and how the need coursing through me just grows with each minute I’m with her.
As Melody leaves the dining room, I have to reach down and adjust my cock, hissing at the contact of my own hand. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last without having her, but I will only really be satisfied when she comes to me on her own, as desperate for me as I am for her.
My little Melody, the girl who is going to make me insane and the most important person to ever walk through my doors. There’s no way forward that doesn’t end with her in my bed.
I just hope the road is short because I can’t spend many more days with the majority of my blood in my cock twenty-four-seven.
It’s been a long fucking day, taking care of my normal work while also hiring someone to track down Melody’s mother and the perfect place for her to be taken once she is found. Finally, it ends, and I’m free to seek out the woman who has been haunting me ever since the morning.
I find her in the solar, right where I told her to be, surrounded by the floor-to-ceiling glass windows overlooking my estate. She’s napping, a throw blanket on her lap and her head pillowed on her hands. It’s sunset, and it paints her in shades of red and orange.
There’s a tray from lunch off to the side, and I’m glad to see that she’s been eating. The Macbook I had sent up for her is shut and on the side table, and I resist the urge to open it and see what she’s been doing.
What I don’t resist, though, is kneeling next to the couch and pushing her hair out of her face, letting my fingers linger on her cheekbones and lips.
God, she’s so beautiful. Flawless, even. It’s incredible that someone so small, so delicate, could be as strong as Melody is to have survived this long, living the life that she has.
Her lashes flutter, and she pushes herself to a sitting position. I lean back, giving her space, but neither of us speaks. Melody is warm and soft from sleep, her lids heavy, and I have the briefest thought that she might think this is a dream as she loops her arms around my neck.
“I quit the diner,” she says finally, her voice so quiet.
I hum in satisfaction. “Good. What else?”
Her mouth quirks up at the corner. “I think I might take classes for social work. After everything that I’ve been through, it would be nice to help others out.”
“Ha. I’m not surprised. You seem like a giving sort of girl.”
Something passes through her eyes, and I watch her throat bob. “I just wish I could give you something in return.”
A million possibilities cross my mind. Her bent over this very couch, her bare ass in the air for me. Or Melody on her knees instead of me, my cock sliding in and out of her full, pink lips as she sucks my cock. Not yet. Soon but not yet.
But I’m a selfish man, and if she’s offering, I will take something at least.
“Kiss me, then,” I rumble. “That’s what I want.”
She hesitates. I’m sure she’s going to tell me no, but then my little Melody surprises me by moving forward with aching slowness. Her breathing is shaky, but she’s brave and pushes through until her lips finally touch mine.
I am a strong man. I am not a beast. But good fucking god, it takes everything in me not to take control and claim her mouth.
Instead, I let Melody be the one to kiss me first. It’s chaste and quick, but she comes back for another, this time longer and more confident. I feel the tip of her tongue poke out, and right as I’m sure that the kiss is about to deepen, she pulls back.
No. That's not enough. I cup the back of her head, my other hand grabbing her jaw and tilting her head to the perfect angle as I slant my mouth over hers. She gasps, her hands going from around my neck to flat on my chest, but she doesn’t push me away.
I give her a few seconds of a closed-mouth kiss before I alter my grip, and she opens her mouth, allowing me to sweep my tongue inside. Kissing her is making most of my clear thoughts disappear. All that’s left is want and need. Driving, undeniable need.
She tastes so fucking good when I circle her tongue with my own, delving in and out in a mock representation of what I want to do to her pussy with my cock.
Melody is still at first but comes alive bit by bit, clutching my shirtfront and kissing me back until her tongue is battling mine, and she’s whimpering into my mouth.
I have two options—push her back into the couch and kiss down her neck to her full, perfect tits or slow everything down before this goes from kiss to something a lot dirtier, right here in front of these unobscured windows.
Then I remember what she’s already been through yesterday and today, and I can’t bring myself to push her any further. If she gives me one sign that she wants more than just this kiss, then all bets are off, but she seems perfectly content to let me kiss her deeply and kiss me back.
I’m so hard at this point that I know I’m leaking pre-come, and if I shift even the slightest bit, my erection is going to brush against her stomach.
But I’m her ex-boyfriend’s dad, and she’s supposed to be off-limits. I have to give her some space. Even if it’s the hardest thing I’ll ever do.
