Page 18 of Snowed In with My Best Friend's Dad
I closed my eyes as an ache rushed between my legs. “Yes.” This shouldn’t be happening. Couldn’t happen. I opened my eyes to say as much, but his intense gray stare made the words disintegrate. Instead, I asked, “Did you?”
He smiled. “Immensely. So much so, I’d like to do it again. What do you think about that, Miranda?”
I agreed, but... “What about Lind—”
His finger pressed over my lips. “How about a new rule for tonight? Instead of acting like last night never happened and treating each other by our relation to Lindsay, we act like the relationship isn’t there and treat each other like we did last night?”
Sign me upwas my first thought. The second wasCaution. Surely, I was betraying Lindsay.
As if he understood my hesitation, he said, “Just one more night. Once we leave here, we play our roles in relation to Lindsay.”
My gaze drifted to his lips, really wanting to taste them again, to feel them on my body. “A moment away from real life. We can live like Lindsay does. In the moment, without a care.”
His head cocked to the side. “Yes, I suppose that’s a way to look at it. Just here and now. Like a bubble.”
The words sent a feeling of freedom through me. Like I could let go of everything about my life and who I was, and instead, indulge in make-believe. In fantasy.
“Can I do what I want to you?”
Wild heat flashed in his eyes. “What do you want to do to me?”
Nervousness slid down my spine. He was a man with experience. All I had was what I’d learned last night. But I wanted to learn more. Learn it all. Learn it with him.
“Suck you.”
He let out a low groan. “You can suck me all you want. Anything else?”
I couldn’t really think of anything else. I was aware there were different positions and ways of achieving sexual gratification, but I couldn’t think beyond wanting to touch him, to watch him come from my ministrations.
“Just that.”
His gaze stayed on me as he stood. He shucked off his shirt as he toed off his shoes. I watched with rapt excitement as he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down his strong legs. His dick was straining behind his boxer briefs.
I licked my lips, and he groaned again. “You look hungry.”
I looked up at him, feeling a little self-conscious. I’d never done this before. What if I sucked? In a bad way?
He pushed his boxer briefs down, his dick springing out, long, hard, thick. I started to reach for him, but he sat down next to me.
“Get on your knees in front of me,” he commanded.
I did as he asked, kneeling between his knees. For a moment, I just sat there, not sure what to do. Did I just grab his dick? Should I engage in foreplay, and if so, what?
“Take your shirt off, Miranda. When I come, I want to do it all over those gorgeous tits of yours.”
The naughtiness along with his praise of my breasts sent another rush of arousal to my center. I pulled off my sweater and then my shirt. A mixture of self-consciousness and excitement filled me.
“While you’re at it, take everything off. That way, I can eat that cream pie of yours when you finish me off.”
I stood, turning away as I undid my jeans.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Getting undressed.” Again, nerves made me second-guess myself. I was no supermodel. No plastic beauty.
“Why are you hiding? I want to see that sweet body of yours.”
Sweet body? Really?
