“Pretty well. Becca has been a great help, she’s kept me grounded, kept my secrets.”
“Secrets?” He raised his thick black eyebrows. “Like what?”
“If I told just anyone they wouldn’t be secrets, would they?”
“I’m not just anyone.” He stepped closer and slid his arms around my waist, tugged me flush to his solid, warm body. “I’m your daddy.”
My belly clenched, and a swarm of sensation went over my skin. I wasn’t ready to tell him everything. I’d been indoctrinated from a young age, believed what the adults had told me. Being brainwashed was a hard thing to admit and had been even harder to escape from.
“And you’re my little girl,” he went on, “and I need to know all about you if you want me to look after you.” He lowered his head, his focus entirely on me.
“I…”
He smiled. “It’s okay, with a bit of time we’ll get to the bottom of all of this.”
He took possession of my mouth in a strong, dominant kiss, searching for my tongue and tilting his head to deepen our connection.
I sagged. Glad of the way he was holding me so tight. His arms were like braces around me, a buffer against the world. A soft moan caught in my throat. He was an assertive kisser, firm, intoxicating and delicious.
“Sweet little girl,” he murmured and stroked his hand over my hair. “You have no idea how good I’m going to treat you.”
“I want that.”
He kissed me again.
I was lost to him. Thoughts of him flirting with the wrong side of the law left my mind. All I could think of was his powerful body and his confident dominance. I had no worries when he was kissing me and holding me. It was like magic. I had no idea how he’d done it but I wanted more.
I feared a major crush was encroaching.
Squeezing up against him, I sensed the hard wedge of flesh in his pants.
Suddenly a squeeze of panic caught in my chest. A sense of falling, toppling over a cliff and having no way of knowing when I’d hit the ground.
A tension washed over me, and I withdrew. My emotions collided. Longing. Guilt. Desire. Shame.
Surprise flashed in his eyes, and he let me go. “What’s wrong?”
“This…this is fast.” I flicked my hand between us.
“There’s no right and wrong when something feels good. And you, you feel damn good.” He licked his lower lip as though catching my flavor and then gave me a sinful grin that screamed desire.
“I…I…”
He crowded me and cupped my cheek in his big palm. “But we will hit pause.” He glanced at the digital clock on my oven. “’Cause I have to get going, somewhere to be?”
A sag of disappointment replaced the panic. “But the pizza?” I managed.
“I’ll leave you to your vegetables. I’m more of a meat man.” He chuckled and his phone beeped.
“Is it work? Is that where you have to go?”
He glanced at his phone. “No, it’s…the twins, you know…a meeting.”
It was my turn to peer quizzically at him. “A meeting? Are you in some kind of club or something?”
I’d said it as a joke, but he frowned. “We have shit to keep on top of.”
I could sense that I had also probed enough.
