Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Even more curious and embarrassing, she found herself wishing he would remove her dress and the layers of shifts under it. She craved his gaze on her body. Not just his gaze but his hands.
A deep shudder shook her from head to toe, and she quickly spun around to take in her surroundings as he’d suggested.
She was rooted, though, uncertain where to begin and not wanting to take a step away from him.
After a few moments, he cupped her hips and drew her backward between his legs. He wrapped his arms around her middle and kissed her neck. “It’s hard to focus on anything but the growing bond, isn’t it, Little one?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. Thank goodness he understood.
“Yes, Daddy,” he responded.
She trembled as she leaned her weight into him. “Yes, Daddy.” Why did that word sound more natural now than it had earlier? Maybe because he asked her to use it, and she wanted to please him.
“Mmm. I like the sound of that, Little one.” He kissed her neck again.
Goosebumps rose all over her.
“I know you’re feeling all kinds of unexpected emotions. I am, too, Baby girl. We’re one being now. Fate put us together, and She does not make mistakes. It’s confusing at the same time. I want you to take a few minutes to explore. Then you can come back to me. I’ll be right here, watching you. I’ll never be more than a few feet away from you for weeks, Little one.”
She gripped his huge hands at her waist and whispered, “I don’t want you to let go of me.”
“I know, Little one. That’s normal. I promise.” He kissed her shoulder now and nibbled around her neck. He wasn’t making things easier. Her brain scrambled. Finally he lifted his head and set his chin on her shoulder. He pointed toward a corner of the room with one finger. “How about we get you a giant beanbag chair so you’ll have a place to read.”
She smiled. “I’d like that. I promise not to read more than you allow. My mother said…” She winced. How many times was she going to start a sentence with my mother said?
He chuckled. “Let me guess. Your mother warned you not to bury your head in a book all the time because she thought it would anger me.”
“Yes. She suggested I set a timer and make sure it’s okay with you before I disappear into my silly stories.”
He stiffened. “Molly, nothing you enjoy will ever be deemed silly by me. If reading is something you love, I will buy you all the books in the universe to make you happy. I won’t require you to set a timer, Little one. You never need to worry about angering me. Making you smile will always please me greatly. I may come in and swoop you right out of your beanbag chair when it’s time to eat so you don’t starve to death, but I won’t punish you for doing what you love.”
She turned in his arms. He was too good to be true. She needed to see his face. He looked serious. “I get lost in my books sometimes,” she warned him.
He rubbed his nose against hers. “I’ll find you.”
“I’ve always been introverted and shy. I prefer to be alone with my fantasies than interacting with other people.” She was proud of herself for being bold enough to tell him about her personality quirks.
“I bet you won’t feel very shy around me for long, Little one. I will know every inch of you inside and out. I will ask you a million questions until I know your mind, and I will also touch every inch of your body until I know what brings you pleasure.”
The idea of that both unnerved her and intrigued her. She’d never felt this bold before. She couldn’t have imagined leaning into her new mate, flattening her palms on his chest like she was, smoothing them up toward his neck.
If someone had told her tonight would look anything like this, she would have laughed. Her own parents would blink several times if they saw her now. She was aware of her introverted side, but she was just so drawn to him that she ignored the timid girl she’d always been.
A new Molly was peeking out.
Daddy…
He lifted her hands from his chest and kissed her palms. “Explore, Little one. You need some time to process and think.”
Could he be any better?
She gave him a shy smile, took a deep breath, and turned to face the strange room. Gravitating to the bookshelf, she dropped to her knees and tipped her head to one side to examine the few books he’d already arranged for her.
“I didn’t know what you’d like to read,” he said from behind her. “I didn’t even know if you liked reading at all.”