Daddy's Girl: Raised To Please Him

Chapter 13

Sydney's breath hitched, the warmth of his body so close to hers making her dizzy, her head spinning with the collision of emotions and desires she couldn't name. Alan was no longer the controlled, calculated man she'd known. This was someone raw, vulnerable, driven by something far stronger than either of them could control.

She wanted to pull away, to fight the urge that swirled inside of her, but the pull was magnetic. Every inch of her body cried out for him, and despite the storm of guilt that raged inside her, the temptation was undeniable. She could feel the heat of his body, the frantic rhythm of his breathing, and it ignited something deep within her.

"I shouldn't..." Sydney whispered, her voice trembling, but her body, betraying her every word, leaned in closer. The scent of him-the whiskey, the sandalwood, and something else entirely, something that was uniquely Alan-wrapped around her like a storm. It overwhelmed her senses.

Alan's hands tightened on her, gripping her waist with almost painful force as he leaned in, his lips brushing against the soft skin of her neck. "But you want to," he said, his voice husky, laced with raw need. "You feel it too. Don't deny it."

Her body trembled at the feel of his lips on her skin, but she forced herself to pull back, taking a shallow breath to try and regain some semblance of control. "This isn't..." she tried to say, but her words were lost in the moment, in the dizzying feeling that threatened to swallow her whole.

His hands moved up to her shoulders, his fingers tracing the soft line of her collarbone. "Tell me you don't feel it," he whispered, his words sending a shiver down her spine. "Tell me you don't want this." His lips were a breath away from hers, his eyes searching hers with a mixture of desire and desperation.

Sydney's chest rose and fell rapidly, her thoughts scrambling, but the way his body was pressed against hers, the weight of his touch, made it almost impossible to think clearly. Every inch of her screamed for him, every part of her ached to give in, and yet a tiny voice in the back of her mind whispered that it was wrong.

"I... I..." she said, her voice cracking, barely above a whisper. She closed her eyes, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze. The guilt and shame clawed at her insides, but the heat between them was too powerful to ignore.

Alan's fingers brushed against her cheek, tilting her face up so that their eyes met once more. "What?" he murmured softly, the truth in his voice striking her like a slap. " Sydney, I can't let you go. Not now."

His lips brushed hers again, softer this time, a lingering kiss that tasted of both surrender and desperation. She couldn't fight it anymore. The weight of his words, the pressure of his body against hers, the need in his eyes-it was too much.

And so, with a single breathless gasp, Sydney let herself fall into the moment, giving in to the tension that had been building between them for so long. She was no longer sure if she was doing it to escape the pain, to ease the guilt, or if it was simply because her body and heart had already betrayed her.

But as their lips met, deep and insistent, she knew one thing for certain: there was no going back.

She was drowning in him, intoxicated by the heat of his touch, the way his lips moved against hers with a desperation that mirrored her own. Her fingers clung to him, her nails grazing his skin as though she feared he might disappear if she let go. Every brush of his hands, every whisper of his breath against her skin, ignited something primal inside her, something she couldn't contain even if she wanted to.

She didn't care that they were in the kitchen, didn't care that anyone could walk in and see them. At that moment, the world outside didn't exist. The consequences, the guilt, the fear-they all melted away under the weight of his touch. All that mattered was him, the way he made her feel alive, the way he made her burn.

Alan pressed her back against the cool counter, his lips trailing fire down her neck. The contrast of the chilled surface against the heat of his body only heightened her senses, making her gasp softly as his hands traced her curves. She arched against him, wanting more, needing more, every inhibition shattered by the sheer force of their connection.

"You don't know what you do to me," he murmured, his voice rough, trembling with restraint. His lips hovered just over hers, their breaths mingling in the charged air between them. "Your scent... it's so familiar like it was meant to drive me mad. And it does, Sydney. You make me lose control."

His confession gave her butterflies in her stomach, and she didn't stop to think, didn't stop to consider the implications. Her hands slid up his chest, over the strong lines of his shoulders, pulling him closer. Her lips found his again, this time with a hunger that rivaled his own.

They moved together as if the rest of the world had fallen away, their bodies pressed so tightly that it felt like nothing could separate them. The sound of his breath, the faint rasp of his stubble against her skin, the firm grip of his hands on her waist-it was all too much and not enough all at once.

"Alan," she breathed, his name falling from her lips like a plea, her voice trembling with need. She didn't know what she was asking for, only that she wanted more of him, all of him.

He groaned softly, his forehead resting against hers for a fleeting moment, his breath hot against her face. "You're driving me insane," he rasped, his hands tangling in her hair as his lips claimed hers again, fiercer this time, his control slipping further with every second.

The risk of discovery, the thought of someone walking in and finding them like this, only fueled the fire between them. It added an edge to their desperation, a thrill that neither of them could ignore. The fear should have stopped them, but instead, it pushed them closer, breaking down the last of the barriers that had kept them apart.

In that moment, nothing else mattered-only the way he looked at her, the way he touched her, the way she felt like she was finally where she belonged.

Their breaths mingled in the heated air between them, their hearts pounding in a rhythm that seemed to sync, quickening with every passing second. Sydney's hands slid up Alan's chest, feeling the taut muscle beneath her fingertips, and she could sense it-the hunger in him, the same hunger mirrored in her own trembling body.

This wasn't enough. The taste of him, the feel of him-it only left her wanting more. The craving clawed at her, wild and unrelenting, a dangerous ache that whispered for her to surrender completely. She pulled him closer, their bodies pressed so tightly together that it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began.

Alan's grip on her waist tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as though he was trying to anchor himself, to rein in the storm raging inside him. But she felt it-his restraint was slipping, crumbling under the weight of their shared need.

"More... I want more," she whispered, the word escaping her lips before she even realized she had said it. Her voice was raw, trembling with longing, her eyes darkened with desire.

Alan's gaze burned into hers, his pupils blown wide, his jaw tight as though he was fighting some inner battle. "Sydney..." He said her name like it was both a warning and a prayer, his voice low and rough, filled with a desperate edge.

But the way he said her name, the way it rolled off his tongue like a forbidden caress, only made her burn hotter. She cupped his face, her fingers brushing over the stubble on his jaw as she pulled him down to her, her lips brushing his in a kiss that was softer, slower, but no less consuming.

It was dangerous, this thing between them, this fire they were playing with. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word felt like stepping closer to the edge of a cliff, the drop below them endless and dark. They were past the point of turning back, and Sydney knew it.

Alan growled low in his throat, his control unraveling as he pressed her harder against the counter, his hands slipping beneath the hem of her shirt to rest against the warm skin of her waist. His touch was scorching, branding her, making her gasp as her head tipped back.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me," he said, his voice a strained rasp, his lips brushing over her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine. "I want you... God, I want you so badly it's killing me."

The sheer intensity in his voice sent a thrill of both fear and exhilaration racing through her. She wanted him just as much, the danger of their desire only making it more intoxicating. Her hands roamed over him, memorizing the feel of him, her touch growing bolder as the flames between them burned higher.

They were teetering on the edge of something they couldn't come back from, but neither of them cared. The risk, the danger, and the sheer impossibility of their situation only fueled the fire, making them reckless, daring them to take that final, irrevocable step into the unknown.

Alan's lips found hers again, and this time there was no gentleness, no hesitation. The kiss was fierce and demanding, a clash of need and longing that left them both breathless. His hands slid up her back, pulling her flush against him, and she let out a soft moan that sent a shudder through his entire body.

"Tell me to stop," he whispered against her lips, his voice hoarse, trembling with the effort it took to hold himself back. "Tell me, while you still have time. But if you don't..."

He didn't finish the sentence, didn't need to. The meaning was clear, the danger in his words as thrilling as it was terrifying.

Sydney's heart pounded, her pulse roaring in her ears as she looked up at him, her hands gripping his shoulders. She knew she should say the words, should put an end to this madness before it consumed them both. But the thought of pulling away, of losing the heat and passion of his touch, was unbearable.

Instead of answering, she leaned into him, her lips finding his in a kiss that spoke louder than words ever could. Her actions were a silent confession, a surrender to the temptation that had been building between them for so long.

Alan groaned, a sound that was equal parts relief and torment, as he deepened the kiss, his hands sliding down to her thighs, lifting her effortlessly onto the counter. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, their bodies fitting together as though they were made for each other.

The world outside ceased to exist, their forbidden desire burning brighter than anything else. They didn't care about the risks, didn't care about who might find them. All they cared about was each other, the fire between them, and the dangerous promise of more.

Alan's restraint finally shattered the weight of his desire too much to bear. His arms wrapped around Sydney, and before she could comprehend his next move, he scooped her up as though she weighed nothing, cradling her against his chest. Her breath hitched, her arms instinctively looping around his neck as the world tilted beneath her.

"Alan-" she began, her voice trembling, but whatever protest had been forming died on her lips when she saw the look in his eyes. It was a storm-wild, relentless, and utterly consuming.

He didn't say a word, his jaw tight, his gaze locked on hers as he strode out of the kitchen, his steps purposeful and unyielding. The house was cloaked in silence, the faint creak of the floorboards beneath his weight the only sound as he carried her through the darkened halls.

Sydney's pulse thundered in her ears, her heart a chaotic rhythm as she clung to him, her thoughts a whirlwind of doubt and desire. She knew this was reckless and dangerous-knew they were crossing a line that couldn't be uncrossed. But she couldn't bring herself to stop him, couldn't bring herself to let go.

They reached his room, the door creaking open as he nudged it with his shoulder. The moment they crossed the threshold, the air seemed to shift, heavier and charged with an intensity that made her chest tighten.

Alan set her down gently, her feet barely touching the floor before his hands were on her again, his touch searing as he cupped her face, his thumbs brushing over her cheeks. His forehead pressed against hers, his breath coming in ragged bursts as he fought to keep some semblance of control.

"I tried," he murmured, his voice low and strained, each word laced with raw vulnerability. "I tried to stop, to keep my distance, but you..." His thumb traced the curve of her jaw, his gaze searching hers. "You've driven me mad, Sydney. Your scent, your touch, everything about you-it's all I can think about."

His confession brings butterflies, a mix of exhilaration and fear twisting in her chest. She opened her mouth to respond, but he didn't give her the chance. His lips crashed against hers, the kiss fierce and unrelenting, a claim that left her breathless.

Sydney's hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer as the fire between them roared to life, consuming every rational thought. She felt his hands slide down her back, the heat of his touch igniting a trail of sensation that made her knees weak.

They stumbled toward the bed, their movements frantic and uncoordinated, driven by a hunger neither of them could control. Alan's hands gripped her waist, lifting her onto the mattress with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with the intensity of his kiss.

He hovered over her, his weight pressing her into the bed as his lips trailed down her neck, his breath hot against her skin. She arched beneath him, her fingers threading through his hair, a soft gasp escaping her lips as he found the sensitive spot just below her ear.

"I'm giving you one last chance to walk at that door..." he rasped, his voice rough and unsteady, his lips brushing against her collarbone. "If you don't, I'll make sure you scream my name until you feel sore."

Her cheeks turned red, she didn't want him to stop. She couldn't. Every fiber of her being screamed for him, for the fire, the danger, the intensity that only he could bring. She tilted her head back, her eyes meeting his as she whispered the only word that mattered.

"So be it."

Alan's eyes met hers "Are you sure? If we did this... would you be able to accept the situation? The fact that I'm a married man? Not just that... I'm supposed to be your Daddy" he said huskily.

"I like the idea," she said dangerously.

His restraint finally snapped as he claimed her lips once more, his touch growing bolder, his movements more desperate. They didn't care about the consequences, didn't care about the risks. All that mattered was the here and now, the undeniable pull that had brought them to this moment.