𝙲𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎̀ 𝚃𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎 | John Price

Chapter Twenty-Two | 18+

"Oh? Something else on your mind, Captain?"

John's gaze drops to her mouth, and Daisy can feel the air thicken with anticipation. She licks her lips, her eyes locked with his. "I've not done it once, nor twice, not even three times." He leans closer, caging her against the wall with his arms on each side of her head. "I've lost count of how many times I've imagined you in the dirties, nastiest ways possible, luv. You corrupt my mind with your sweet accent and cheeky little smile."

Daisy's breath hitches, her heart racing. "Oh, you say the sweetest things," she murmurs, her voice thick with playful sarcasm. She reaches up and runs her fingers through his hair, the softness of it surprising her. "You've been holding out on me, Captain. I had no idea you had such a dirty mouth. Now I understand where Melody gets it from."

John's gaze burns into hers, his voice low and husky. "There's a lot about me you don't know, sweetheart." He leans in, his breath hot against her ear. "But I'd be more than happy to show you when you're ready."

"When I'm ready," she mutters, her heart swelling at his thoughtfulness. "You drive me up the wall, you know that? I've never wanted to simultaneously strangle yet mount someone like I do you."

John's grin widens, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Is that so? I'll have to remember that for when we finally get to that point, then." He leans in, their faces mere inches apart. Daisy's eyes flutter shut as he brushes his lips against hers, the sweetness of his kiss a stark contrast to the filthy words that had just left his mouth.

"When I'm ready... I don't want you to hold back." She hums, her lips pressing harder against his. "I want you to take me so hard, I forget what it feels like not to have you inside me."

John's breath catches, his body responding to her words. He deepens the kiss, his hands sliding down her waist to cup her ass, pulling her closer to him. Daisy's body responds, arching into him, her own hands fumbling with his shirt buttons. They break the kiss, panting heavily, their eyes locked as they both finally acknowledge the shift in their relationship.

"Jesus, Daisy. You have no idea how much I want to take you up against this wall right now, show you just how much you mean to me."

"I would say 'do it', but... It's a battle, John. Wanting you so damn bad, but being afraid... I know you'd never hurt me, and I trust you with my life." Daisy takes a deep breath, her eyes searching John's. She sees the hunger in them, the same hunger that's been building inside her for months. But she's also aware of Melody's presence in the house, and the lingering memories of Alex pinning her down. "My libido is high as fuck, but my desire for the act itself isn't, thanks to Alex... I'm sorry, John. I promise I'm not trying to lead you on."

John's hands are still on her as he pulls back slightly, searching her eyes. "It's okay, Daisy. You don't have to apologize for setting boundaries for yourself. We'll take this slow, as slow as you need. Your comfort and happiness are the most important things to me." He kisses her forehead, his voice soothing. "But when you're ready, I'll be here. And I'll make sure it's nothing like what that fucking bastard did to you." His voice is gruff with anger, his grip on her tightening for a brief moment before he releases her.

"Damn." She chuckles softly, knowing he's not bluffing. She doesn't doubt his 'skills' whatsoever, and she looks forward to the day she takes him with no inhibitions. "Well, I guess we should get downstairs before Mel hunts us down. Pancakes are probably done by now."

John nods, his eyes never leaving hers. He takes one final deep breath, as if trying to memorize her scent, and then releases her, stepping back. "Aye, luv. Pancakes are calling our names. And maybe a bit of that whiskey to wash down the sweetness."