Page 199 of Daddy's Wild Girl

“It feels like glass in my fingers and toes!” she cried.

“That’s a good sign. Lay still,” he ordered as she thrashed around.

“I can’t! I can’t! It hurts.”

“Shh, baby. I’m going to rub them.” He drew back the blankets and rubbed her good foot.

“Nooo!” she cried. “Stop!” She tried to pull her foot away.

“Bebe, I need to do this. Behave for Daddy.”

“I don’t wanna.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Don’t think that just because you’re hypothermic that I won’t spank that butt.”

Her lip trembled. “So mean.”

“I’m sorry, Bebe. But I’m trying to keep you safe.”

And she wasn’t making that easy.

“Sorry, Daddy. Really.”

“I know.” Leaning over, he kissed her. It was still painful as hell, but his kiss made it better.

“Daddy has magic kisses,” she said.

“Good. I’m glad I’m doing something right. I found a burner with some gas in it. He must have been using it to cook. There’s a bit of food and some canned soup. I’m going to heat it up for you.”

She watched, feeling a bit useless but too miserable to move, as he warmed her up some soup. As it was heating, he stripped off some layers and wrapped another blanket around himself.

Lord, she must be feeling like crap if the sight of him stripping off didn’t stir her.

“Good girl, darling. I’m going to feed you some soup.”

He sat behind her and lifted her up so she was leaning back against his chest, his legs on either side of hers. Then he picked up the soup and brought it to his lips first to check the temperature before blowing on it gently.

“Open up, baby.”

“I’m not hungry. Tired.”

“Well, you need to eat. Come on. Daddy will make choo-choo noises. Chugga-chugga-choo-choo!”

She had to smile before opening her mouth to take the soup. Actually, it was surprisingly good. Chicken noodle.

She could only handle some of it, though. She slumped back against his chest.

“You have the rest, Daddy. Bebe tired.”

“All right, baby. You go to sleep. Daddy will take care of you.”

Corbin piled allthe blankets he could over them as he hugged Bebe close, sharing his body heat.

He took her pulse, relieved to find that it was steady and strong. Okay. And her skin temperature felt much better. He was still worried about her foot and the fact that it was snowing.

But at least she no longer felt hypothermic.

Fuck. He couldn’t believe all of this. What the hell had happened?

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