Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
He continues to hold me, smiling broader. “I liked that, Baby girl.”
“I just…” I can’t even explain myself. I hardly know myself. I haven’t for about twenty-four hours.
“You don’t need to hold back with me or be embarrassed, princess. You may kiss me anytime you want. I will never turn down your sweet kisses.”
“Okay.” I do it again and then giggle.
He slides one hand to the small of my back, tips his head to one side, and kisses me this time. His lips are soft and warm and so gentle. He takes his time, kissing me as if I’m the most precious thing in the world.
I float out of my body as my eyes slide closed and the world ceases to exist. There’s nothing but me and Daddy. Except it’s more like we’re one instead of two, and nothing has ever felt so nice in my life.
It feels like home. Like I’ve been wandering the earth for twenty-two years never fitting in anywhere and suddenly I fit. I’m not aware of any of my quirks while he holds me. I don’t care about buttons or the fact that the denim of his jeans should annoy me. I don’t care that someone is touching me, holding me.
I melt into him. I never ever want to be anywhere but here in his arms. If I could stay right in this position kissing him for all eternity, maybe all my issues would go away.
I’m panting when he finally releases my lips. He sets his forehead against mine again. “Do you doubt that I see you as a woman, princess?”
I shake my head. “No.” Not any longer.
“Good. Now, I’m breaking all the rules. Let’s sit down and eat. We should talk.”
My face falls as he releases me. Panic sets in. I wring my hands again. My legs won’t move.
Chase frowns as he sets his hands on my hips. “Hey. What happened, princess?”
“I don’t know. What are the rules?”
“Oh, sorry. That didn’t come out right. I just meant that I told myself I would not come here and maul you tonight. I promised myself we would talk and get to know each other. And then I broke that rule and kissed you senseless in less than five minutes.”
“Maul me?”
He smiles and shrugs. “Make out with you, Baby girl.”
“Oh.” As I grasp his meaning, I flush. “Well, I liked it. I felt…”
“What did you feel, Little one?”
I consider blowing off his question or fibbing. I’m not good at either of those things, but I also recognize this is one of those times when I should probably not overshare. “Never mind.” I swallow hard as those words leave my mouth. I don’t think I’ve ever done anything like this.
His brow furrows, but he’s still smiling. “I hope you were going to say it felt good. I hope you enjoyed kissing me. I certainly did, and it seemed like you did too.”
I nod. “It was the best moment of my life.” More heat must be turning my cheeks bright red.
He kisses me again. “That makes me so happy, princess. You have no idea.”
I furrow my brow. “Yes, I do. You just told me.”
He chuckles. “I guess I did, didn’t I?” He takes my hand and lures me to the sofa. “Sit. Don’t move. You’re like a temptress. Let me get plates and napkins. Do you mind if I look around your kitchen to find everything?”
I shake my head. I don’t care what he does. I wouldn’t ordinarily like someone to come into my space and move things around, but this is Chase. He seems to fall into a weird new category that is all his own.
I’m scared out of my mind. He has the power to destroy me.
While I watch him open drawers and cabinets, looking for everything he needs, I wring my hands again. When he’s not touching me, I fall into a sort of panicked state. When he is, I forget the world.
He finds a sippy cup and fills it with cold water from my fridge. He fills a regular tumbler with water for himself. When he returns, he has a pink princess plate for me and a regular white ceramic plate for himself. He sets both and some napkins on the coffee table.
I’ve never used the ceramic plates, but my parents thought I should own a regular set of eight dishes and bowls just in case I ever had a guest I didn’t want to show my Little side to.
Chase isn’t a guest who doesn’t know that side of me. He knows it better than anyone I’ve ever met. But he’s a Daddy, so I’m glad I have the dishes now.
“Is this okay?” He points at the coffee table as he sits next to me. “Would you rather eat at the table?”
I shake my head as I rub my palms on my thighs over my leggings. “This is fine.”