With a glare, she added, “Just because I can’t say it doesn’t mean I don’t want it. Want you.”
She was killing him.
Just one more kiss to say goodnight. That’s what any good Daddy would do, right? This time, his kiss was light, the chaste kiss he’d meant to give her before. “Go to sleep, Trouble. We’ll talk in the morning.”
He forced himself to pull away before temptation dragged him back under. The cold light of morning would bring logic, he hoped.
He rolled to the other side of the mattress. Lying as close to the edge as he could, he willed his cock to settle down. When Bliss fell asleep, maybe he’d take a shower and give himself some relief. Anything to keep from turning back to her.
His body went rigid as soft fingers combed through his hair. It thrummed with the need to turn to her and finish what they’d started. “What are you doing, Trouble? Turn back over and go to sleep. We’re still going to have a discussion in the morning. Don’t make it worse by disobeying me again.” His voice came out rougher than intended.
But he needed her obedience. He wanted her defiance. God help him. He sucked in a deep breath. Calm. He needed to find his calm.
Not likely when she was feeding his craving for her with her tentative touch. Instead of moving away, she pressed her body against his. The thin hotel sheet did nothing to shield him from the pressure of her breasts against his back or the heat of her pussy pressing into his ass. Sweet torture designed to break him.
“Daddy?” she whispered softly. The word slid through him like silk.
He closed his eyes and mentally searched for the strap that held his resolve in place so he could tighten it. Sighing, he rolled onto his back. If he was going to break, he’d at least face her when he did. Cowardice had never been his style.
One look in her eyes and he knew facing her was a mistake. Where the fuck was his resolve?
Apparently hiding under the bed.
Dressed in nothing but his flannel shirt, she looked fragile and young. So much younger than him. Seven years might not seem like a lot, but in life experience, they were decades apart.
He’d fucked up. He never should have kissed her. Now he had to protect her from making a decision she’d probably regret. He shook his head. Pushing as much resolve and authority as he could muster, he said, “Roll back over to where I put you, naughty girl. You need sleep.”
She didn’t move. Her resolve seemed to be doing fine. “I don’t want to go to sleep. I want to keep doing what we were doing before.” Honesty glowed in her eyes.
Well, she could be honest when she wanted to be, now couldn’t she? He locked his muscles down before he did something very, very reckless.
“Listen to me, Trouble. You need to roll your sweet ass back over to your side of the bed. Now. The past few days have been rough for you. What you need is sleep. Now move.” He poured every ounce of command he could muster into the words.
She moved at his command, all right, only not in the direction he’d told her to. Before he could react, she rolled on top of him, her thighs straddling him and pressing into the sides of his hips. But she didn’t stop there. Bracing herself on his chest, she kissed him.
At the taste of her lips on his, the last fragile thread of his control snapped.
He rolled her to his side but couldn’t pull away from her kiss. Physically, he could, but her lips were tender and sweet as honey. He never wanted to move again. He’d been starving and hadn’t known it until now.
Once he decided not to stop her, he let her explore. He was a Daddy and a Dom, for shit’s sake. He could control his stronger urges. But would he?
Yes, damn it. He would. If it killed him, and it might.
He gritted his teeth and tried to recite the periodic table he’d had to memorize in high school. But high school had been a long time ago. Hydrogen. Helium. Her. Her mouth on his neck. Fuck!
Her lips pressing kisses on his cheek and neck almost had him coming in his jeans. He tunneled his fingers deep into her hair and pulled her away. “Bliss, you need to stop.”
Everything noble in him hoped she’d listen to him and do what he said. He just wasn’t sure that part of him could override the overwhelming urge to take her and make her his.
He was hanging by a thread, and she was holding the scissors. And she was entirely too curious about cutting it.
She strained against his hold, wincing. “But why? I don’t want to stop.”
Fuck him.
This girl.
What she lacked in naïveté was more than offset by her determination. “Look, Bliss. This isn’t just some ‘work off the stress’ thing. Not for me. And you’ll have to trust me, babygirl, when I say it won’t be that for you, either. I know you don’t have much experience with sex. That innocence isn’t something to throw away because you get caught up in the moment. You’ve never made love before, have you?” He needed her to understand the weight of what she was offering.
