Page 26 of Daddy's Wild Girl

Did sheneedthis?

“I forgot how good it felt to be hugged,” she whispered.

What did that mean? When was the last time someone had hugged her?

Corbin didn’t go around hugging people all the time; it wasn’t something he required. Although his mom was always quick to hug him when he went home. Along with an assortment of aunts, uncles, and cousins.

Yeah, the holidays were filled with an overabundance of affection.

But this girl . . . did she need someone to hug her and she had no one? What about her parents?

Although after having met her mom . . . yeah there wouldn’t be many cuddles or affection coming from her.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered after a moment.

“What for?” he asked, expecting her to apologize for waking him.

He could reassure her that he’d already been awake.

“For forcing you to hug me,” she whispered. “I know I should pull away and free you. I shouldn’t be such a wimp and need this. I just . . . just a few minutes longer. Please?”

God.

She was tearing him up.

And remaking him into someone who wanted to be this girl’s someone. Not just because he was attracted to her and he was having to fight like mad to keep his dick from rising up at the feel of her.

But because she seemed to need someone.

Right.

And you’ve figured this all out after knowing her for less than a day?

Still, sometimes, you could just sense that someone was lonely. It was almost like she was touch-starved.

“I’ll hug you for as long as you want,” he told her.

“You don’t think I’m weird or a total wuss?”

“Nope, I don’t. I do think that I don’t like hearing you saying those things about yourself.”

“Got yourself a bit of a dominant streak, don’t you, Mr. McIntyre?”

Shit.

He hadn’t meant to let his dominant side leak into his voice. He wasn’t a typical Dom. Or what most people would say was a typical Dom. However, in his experience, Dominants were like anyone else. They came in all sizes, ages, and jobs, and while he was reasonably easygoing . . . he definitely had a streak of dominance.

It seemed to be triggered by her, though. Because he hadn’t felt this way in a long, long time.

He’d always needed a connection with someone in order to be able to access his Dominant side. He couldn’t just go to a club and play with a sub. He had to know them, care about them, and want to look after them.

Corbin supposed that part of it was about being able to let go and be himself.

He had to feel safe.

But never had he felt this way so quickly with someone.

“I do. Shall I apologize?” he asked.

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