Nurturing Britney (Surrender Book 7) by Becca Jameson (best books to read fiction .TXT) 📗

but I’d like you to stay with me. I’d like you to move in. I want this to be your home. I want you to be my little. I want to take care of you and do everything in my power to make you happy. Will you do that? Will you stay and give me a chance?”

I meet his gaze. “There’s no place I’d rather be than here.”

He blows out a breath and kisses me, softly at first and then with more passion until he rolls me to my back again and hovers over me, making me squirm from the depth of his kiss and the naughty things he does with his tongue. He ends the kiss too soon and then tucks me into his embrace yet again. “Sleep, sweet girl. You’ve had a long day.”

For a moment I can’t imagine sleeping, but after several deep breaths, I find myself relaxing. My last thought is that I’m in Davis’s bed. Not my own. A smile spreads across my lips as I let my body succumb to a deep rest.

Chapter 34

Britney

When I wake up the next morning, the sun is streaming through the window. For a moment I don’t remember where I am, but then I inhale Davis’s scent and realize I’m in his bed. In his bedroom.

I open my eyes to find him propped up on one elbow looking down at me, smiling. “Did you sleep well, sweetie?”

I reach out and touch his face. “Yes, Sir.” It was wonderful sleeping in his arms. I’m not sure I’ve ever slept that well.

He cups my hand and kisses my palm. “Good. You didn’t move. You seemed peaceful.”

“I bet I’d sleep that well every night if you were holding me,” I hedge.

He chuckles. “Don’t push your luck, sweet girl. This was a special circumstance. It took a lot of strong will on my part to hold your sweet body all night and convince my cock not to slide into you.”

“So stop arguing with your, uh, cock, and have sex with me. How about that?”

He chuckles again and cups my face. His forehead comes to mine as he holds my gaze. And then he groans. “You are so very tempting. Let’s get out of this bed before I do something I’ll regret.”

I lurch up to sitting, not caring that the covers fall to my waist. I push Davis onto his back, knowing that obviously, I can’t actually make him do anything. But he drops onto his back anyway and lets me lean over him. This is not a position I’m used to with this powerful, dominant man.

His expression is relaxed though, so I decide to push the issue. “I’m not a child, Davis. I’m a grown woman. I’m twenty-two. I’m not a virgin for some altruistic reason like religion or something. It just happened. I never met someone I was willing to give that piece of me to. So, please stop trying to rationalize that you’d be taking something from me and feel guilty about it later if things don’t work out. I’m making a conscious decision that for the first time in my life I’ve met a man who makes my heart pound and my blood pump. When I’m with you, I feel this constant hum of arousal that never fully gets satisfied because you have some notion that we should wait indefinitely.”

He might be grinning, but I ignore him.

I even poke at him with my finger. “There are no guarantees in life. I can’t promise you right this second that I’ll be the perfect little you dream about. I can’t be certain that I won’t want to get a job and divide my time. I can’t definitively say this is forever. But what I can tell you is that in one week you showed me a side of myself that has burrowed into my soul.

“You introduced me to a life I didn’t know existed. I’ve never been happier or more myself than living here with you as my Daddy. It’s freeing. I love being your little girl. I love how you take care of me and dote on me and even discipline me. I love how your eyes light up when you look at me and smolder when you’re undressing me with your eyes or your hands.”

I suck in a breath and finish at a slower pace. “I love you, Davis. I know it just as well as you know it. I want you to make me fully yours. I want you to make love to me. I want you to love my body the way you love my soul. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

One second I’m hovering over this giant alpha male of mine, and the next second I’m on my back, my arms planted above my head, my heart racing.

He’s staring down at me, and his gaze roams down my body and back up. His mouth crashes over mine, and he tips his head to one side to instantly deepen the kiss. His tongue is desperate. His moans are too.

When he breaks free, he’s breathing heavily. “You’re sure?”

“Positive.”

“Do you know how much I love you, sweet girl?”

“I can imagine,” I tease.

“Just so we’re clear, I’m so totally going to spank your bottom later this morning. The list of reasons is growing.”

I smile. “I can live with that.”

He releases my hands and props himself up on one hip next to me. He parts my legs with his knee and presses his thigh against my core.

I gasp and grab his biceps with the hand that’s not trapped above my head. I run my fingers up and down his muscular arm, loving the strength and power. His hand comes to my breast and I arch deliciously when he reverently thumbs my nipple. “I love it when you do that,” I breathe.

“I know you do, sweet girl. I’ll never tire of it either.” He switches to my other nipple and treats it to the same gentle touch before sliding his hand down