Page 6 of Chaining Daisy
If she’s ready to play, then so am I.
I narrow my eyes at her. “You are going to get in trouble.”
“Oh yeah, what are you going to do, spank me?” she taunts. “Try it! I dare you.” Her eyes glare up at me, a mischievous sparkle lighting them up.
My fingers twitch. I don’t think she has any idea how much I’d like to do just that.
But her head pops up from the pillow. She turns to stare at me with a look that she thinks is fierce but I can only label adorable. Her brown hair is a messy frizz around her head. One cheek has a bright pink mark from how she slept with her hand tucked underneath it. She licks her lips to wet them and though I hold her gaze to challenge her, I have to internally challenge myself not to imagine what it would look like if I shoved a finger into her mouth and commanded her to suck.
“Give it up, Gunnar. I’m going to live in this bed forever and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
“I could get rid of the bed,” I tell her.
“Then I’ll live in the closet like a gremlin.”
“I’d say you’re too cute to be a gremlin, but actually, this could explain your aversion to showers.”
That earns me a pillow to the face. I catch it as it falls, grinning.
“I take showers!” she grumbles.
“Prove it. Go take one.”
“I don’t need to prove anything to you.”
“Get out of bed.”
“No.”
“Out or I’m going to have to tickle you out of there.”
“You wouldn’t!” she mockingly gasps but she’s biting down on a smile.
I give her a grave look. “Desperate times …”
She clamps her hands defiantly down on the fitted sheet. Apparently, she’s down to play.
Fuck yes.I swallow my smile of triumph—I’m going to get to tickle her—and pour on the commanding vibes as I march around the foot of her bed.
When I reach for her, she quickly rolls to the opposite side and curls up into a ball facing me. I wait a few seconds but she makes no move to get out of the bed. That makes her fair game. I plant a knee on her mattress, knowing my khakis are going to get wrinkled and I’ll have to change for the department meeting later. But screw it. I can’t pass up a chance to touch her. Tease her. Test the line.
The monster inside my chest roars and rattles his cage.
“Daisy,” I balance my weight on one hand and let the other hover over her, fingers wiggling in the most menacing manner that fingers can wiggle. “If you don’t get up, I’m going to make you scream. You’re going to regret every second.”
“Am I?” She grins, and I can see her breathing growing shallow.
Is she … is she into this?
She can’t be.
Wishful thinking.
But then she licks her lips and her eyes fall down to my mouth.
Oh, fuck me. I’m screwed.
I let my hand slowly descend like one of those claw games in an arcade.
