“Almost.”
She watched him chop leftover chicken as a pan heated. Using bread instead of tortillas, he grilled the treat on each side until golden brown. Pedro didn’t allow Belinda to help. This was Daddy’s job. She sipped the water he placed in front of her and munched on a few grapes he’d found when he searched her fridge.
As Pedro joined her at the counter, she realized she felt better than she had all day.
Leaning forward, she offered her lips to Pedro. He wrapped long fingers around the back of her head and held her close as he kissed her deeply. When he lifted his mouth from hers, his brown eyes were dark with need.
“Are you going to make love to me tonight?” she brazenly asked. He had no idea how much she was putting herself out there to even ask that.
“Not tonight. Tomorrow, if you are good,” he promised.
“Another punishment?” she asked before she could stop herself.
“A reward. It’s almost your bedtime. You’ve had a tough day. We’ll celebrate our deepening relationship tomorrow.”
She nodded. That made perfect sense, and it gave her more time to explain… stuff. Hiding a yawn, she picked up her fancy grilled sandwich and took a bite. His arm wrapped around her for support and squeezed her tight.