Page 145 of Daddy's Wild Girl

“The thing is . . . that’s totally true.”

“I just love this all so much. I have to thank them all.”

“I’ll take you around and introduce you to some people tomorrow,” he promised. “I’ll also have to get groceries delivered as I don’t have much in the pantry.” He moved into the kitchen. “But I’ve got some frozen meals. What would you like?” He opened the freezer and started searching through it.

Was he nervous?

He seemed nervous. Did he think she wasn’t going to like it here? Did he want to make sure she did?

Making a decision, she walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Thank you.”

“Baby,” he said in a low croon. “What for?”

“For being you. For bringing me here. For not giving up on me. And for . . . and for being patient with me. If there’s anyone I feel safe enough with to ever let my Little free again, it’s you.”

Shutting the freezer door, he turned and picked her up in his arms. “Fuck, baby. You don’t know what that means to hear you say that.”

“Hopefully, it feels as good to hear it as it felt to say it.” It made her feel lighter. There were still nerves and she wasn’t sure she wouldn’t change her mind.

But she knew this man.

He would never hurt her, or she wouldn’t be here with him.

Moving, he set her on the kitchen counter and cupped her face in his hands. “Whatever you need, baby. I’m here.”

“Hmm, is that so? I can think of something I need right now.”

His eyes widened behind his glasses. “Can you just?”

“Uh-huh.” Reaching out, she removed his glasses. “Okay?”

He swallowed heavily. “Oh yeah. I like to see you clearly. But then it’s easier to do this.” He took her face in his hands and leaned down to kiss her.

Oh boy.

What a kiss. She parted her lips beneath his touch, letting him slide his tongue into her mouth. A moan of longing escaped her and she grasped hold of his wrists, holding on for dear life.

“So beautiful,” he whispered. “My girl. All mine.”

“All yours,” she replied.

He kissed along her jaw and down her neck. She tilted her head to the side, a whimper of need escaping her as he reached the spot where her neck and shoulder met.

Oh hell.

“Like that?” he murmured.

“You could say that,” she replied.

He reached for the bottom of her sweatshirt, tugging it up and over her head. Then, her top underneath followed until she was just in her bra and yoga pants.

It was just a plain, white cotton bra. She didn’t have a lot to support. His fingers ran over the top of her breasts almostreverently though. The look on his face made her breath catch in her throat.

“I know they’re not much—” she started to say. But he placed his fingers over her mouth.

“Gonna stop you right there before you say something that means I’m gonna have to stop and spank you.”

“Why would you have to spank me?” she asked, pouting slightly. “That’s mean.”

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