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Rock wrapped his hands around her wrists and gently lowered them to her sides. “It’s the kind of thing Daddies like to do. Fix their Little girl’s hair. Comb it. Wash it. Braid it.”

She swallowed. This was the oddest conversation she’d ever had in her life, and she was so intrigued she wanted to shout:Yes, please. Do all those things. “Okay,” she whispered.

He lifted her hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles. “Okay, Daddy,” he corrected.

She shuddered. A full-body shudder that left her knees weak and her body heated. “Okay, Daddy,” she responded.

He gave her the brightest smile she’d ever seen. “I love the sound of that, Baby girl. Now turn around and let Daddy take your hair down.”

She did as she was told, grateful when he dropped a throw pillow onto the floor between his feet. He spread his knees and helped her kneel in front of him, letting his knees slide under her arms.

“How many of these pins are there, Little Lyla?” he teased as he started deftly pulling them out.

She giggled. “I don’t know. A million?”

His deep chuckle rumbled against her where his knees gripped her sides. He was so careful pulling each pin out that he never once made her wince.

“You’re good at that,” she murmured as she let her eyes slide closed so she could enjoy the feel of his hands in her hair.

Eventually, he had them all out, and he carefully finger-combed her hair down around her shoulders. “You weren’t kidding about the shellac, Little girl. This hair was nearly glued in place.”

“Maybe you could wash it for me after you ravage me,” she suggested, uncertain who had taken over her body and turned her into a sex-starved nymph.

His responding groan pleased her immensely as he helped her to her feet. “One thing at a time, Baby girl. You’re killing me.”

She grinned as she stepped between his legs, leaned against him, and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Please don’t die on me. I have a list of experiences I’d like to check off before the sun comes up.”

Standing like this between his legs put their faces at nearly the same level, and Rock looked like he was going to devour her for a few seconds before he grabbed the back of her head and did exactly that.

His lips landed on hers with more passion than she’d ever imagined. He didn’t just kiss her; he consumed her. He destroyed her. With a kiss.

He angled her head how he wanted it seconds later, licked along the seam of her lips to demand entrance, and slid his tongue in to dance with hers.

Moans filled the room, and she had no idea which of them they were coming from. Probably both. Her knees grew weak, but when she started to buckle, he tucked a hand under her butt and held her up.

Time stood still while she enjoyed every moment of this kiss. For a fleeting moment, she remembered those stupid boys discussing her earlier in the evening, and she smirked inside, knowing none of them would ever have been able to kiss her like this.

When Rock finally broke free, he didn’t go far. He continued to hold her close, panting and staring into her eyes with pure lust. “Jesus, Little Lyla.”

A flush crawled up her cheeks. “Did I do it right?”Hecertainly had, but she had no idea if she measured up.

“Do it right?” His voice rose. “If you’d done it any moreright, I would have come in my jeans. Was that your first kiss, Baby girl?”

She nodded, embarrassed to admit her total inexperience.

He moaned and kissed her again, briefly this time. “I’m going to steal all your firsts tonight. You ready for that, Baby girl?”

She nodded. “Yes, Daddy.” It surprised her how easily the word slid from her tongue. Half an hour ago she’d never considered calling a loverDaddy, and here she was using it flippantly like it was totally normal.

The steamy look in his eyes told her he loved it.

CHAPTER

SIX

Rock was going to self-combust. She was beyond perfection. He’d imagined a scenario like this a million times over the past two years, but he’d never expected to be able to pile all this information on her in one hour and have her staring at him with those deep brown, sexy, please-fuck-me eyes.

His girl had barely flinched as he’d filled her in on his sexual preferences. She was eager and willing and leaning against him, begging to be ravished.

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