Page 114 of Daddy's Wild Girl

What if she managed to convince them both to leave and she stayed behind?

God. Then the stalker would come after her with a knife and there would be no one standing in his way.

“I’m certain of it.”

She studied his face, looking for any sign that he was unsure or worried. But there was nothing on his face but calm certainty.

Would going to the Ranch really be such a terrible thing? Sure, she wouldn’t be able to work on her house. But that could wait. There was no other reason she needed to be here. She couldgo and get some fresh air in Montana and get far away from this crazy stalker.

Bebe nodded, suddenly feeling exhausted. She was just too tired to fight this anymore.

And there’s a part of you that doesn’t want to fight it.

Because that part of her wanted to belong to this man as much as he belonged to her.

“All right, then. I’ll come back with you.”

“That’s my good girl. So sweet. So precious.” He leaned in, his nose rubbed against hers.

Bebe let out a soft sigh of pleasure. Was he going to kiss her? His lips brushed against her left cheek, then her right.

Before he kissed her lightly on the lips.

Oh. That wasn’t enough. It was a start, but it wasn’t what she really needed.

Then he wrapped his hand around the back of her head and drew her closer. His lips firmed. His touch became stronger.

He slid his tongue over her lips, then pressed against the seam, demanding to be allowed entrance.

And she opened to him. Acquiesced to his dominance.

All the ways that this seemed like a stupid idea fled from her head as he kissed her like he owned her.

And Lord, the man was one heck of a kisser. She could barely keep up with him as he played with her tongue, teasing her.

Turning on his lap, she placed her hands on his shoulders and tried to get closer to him, wanting more.

When he drew away from her, she whimpered. “More.”

He smiled and pushed his glasses up his nose. “Not right now.”

“Yes. More.”

His face grew stern. “No more. We need to get you into bed. You’re exhausted and pale. You need to eat some dinner and go to bed. It’s going to be a big day tomorrow.”

Dinner and bed?

How could he think about sleep right now? And if anyone was pale and needed sleep, it was him.

“I can’t sleep, I’ve got to pack.”

“Already doing that for you, baby.”

“Um, throwing a few sweaters and pants in a duffle bag isn’t packing. Wait, doesn’t it snow in Montana in November?”

“Ahh, yep. We got some snow a couple of weeks back.”

“Holy moly. I don’t know if I have enough warm clothes to survive the snow.”

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