Page 21 of Daddy's Little Cowgirl

Maggie came through the door and smiled gently. “Have a good night,” she whispered.

“You, too.”

His arm tightened around her as they walked up the steps after she stumbled. He took her to her door and put her on the bed. She looked so lost, and he had no idea how to make her better.

“How about if I help you with your shower, Sweetheart?”

She blinked at him and then nodded.

“Should we wash your hair?” he asked.

She shook her head. “No. It takes a long time to dry.”

“All right.” He pulled her into the bathroom and set her on the toilet seat before he started the water in the shower. When it was at the right temperature, he turned to see she hadn’t moved at all.

“Let’s get your hair up. Do you have anything?”

She nodded and looked through a small box of her things. She pulled out a fuzzy pink rubber band and quickly twisted her hair up into a messy bun. He’d never seen a woman do that, and he was amazed at how quickly she did it.

She stood docilely in front of him.

“Let’s get your clothes off,” he said and then swallowed. This was going to be pure torture, seeing her naked and not being able to touch her the way he wanted to.

Ridge gritted his teeth, lifted her t-shirt over her head, and dropped it on the floor. He crouched and took her shoes and socks off before working her jeans down, leaving her in white cotton panties and bra.

He never would have thought cotton underwear could look sexy, but on her, it made sweat break out on his forehead.

Ridge cleared his throat and then took the last things off and dropped them to the floor. Jesus Christ. She was tiny but had breasts that would fill his hands, and nice hips that he’d hold still so she would take his thrusts.

He wiped a hand down his face. “Let’s get you in.”

She walked in and then turned to let the water cascade down her back.

“Will you be okay?” he asked. The thought of being naked with her both excited and alarmed him at the same time because he knew it would be next to impossible to keep his hands off of her.

“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you.”

He exhaled. “Okay. I’ll get your nightgown.”

“I don’t have one. I wear an old t-shirt of my father’s.”

“I’ll find it.” Ridge walked to the boxes she had on the dresser. The girl had next to nothing, and he was going to remedy that quickly. He pulled what he thought was the shirt she talked about and found a few holes in it.

No fucking way was she wearing that shit. He walked back to his room and pulled one of his shirts from his closet, tossing her old shirt in the garbage by his door. The water was just turning off when he walked through the door.

He set his shirt on the counter before he pulled a towel out of the closet. He held it out. “Come here, Sweetheart. I’ll help you get dry, and your teeth brushed.”

She nodded, stepped onto the bath mat, and waited. Her trust in him overwhelmed him. They barely knew each other, but it already felt good, like they were supposed to be together.

He quickly dried her and then reached for the shirt.

“Wait. That’s not mine,” she said in confusion.

“I know. This is mine. I don’t want you in anything I haven’t given you.”

“Why?” She stared up at him and let him tug the shirt on and start to button it.

He tried to concentrate on the buttons and not the luscious breasts he was covering. “That’s a good question. All I can say is I like the thought of taking care of you.”

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