Daddy's Sweet Girl (Montana Daddies 3)

Except it hadn’t felt like a mistake. Not the kiss. Not even calling himself Daddy. An uncomfortable feeling filled him. Why had the kiss felt so intense? Was it just chemistry? Or more?

Was he making a mistake?

He studied her. The cutesy pajamas she wore. He remembered the stuffed toy she’d been hugging when he woke her earlier.

To take things further wasn’t fair to her. Not when what she needed wasn’t him.

“Abby, how many men have you kissed?” he asked.

She stiffened even further. “None of your business.”

He sighed. “I’m betting it’s not many.”

“Sorry if I wasn’t any good.”

“No, that wasn’t what I meant,” he said, his frustration building.

She stood up. “I really want you to go now.”

He stood as well. He couldn’t insist on staying when she asked him to go. Well, demanded that he go.

“I don’t want to leave things with you like this. I’m not saying that your needs are wrong just that they’re not for me. I’m not even sure why I—”

“I get it.” She stomped her way towards the door. Her ass jiggled slightly. He’d always been an ass man. And quite frankly, hers was magnificent.

He was aware of his erection pressing painfully against his jeans as he stared after her. She opened the door. “Leave, please.”

“Abby,” he said cajolingly. “Look at me.”

She kept her gaze on the floor. He moved closer. He stopped when he stood in front of her and touched her cheek with his finger. A shock like a bolt of electricity went through him when she flinched away.

“Abby.” He dropped his hand immediately, gazing down at her in horror. “I would never hurt you.”

“Please leave. I want you to go.”

He hated the vulnerability in her voice. “Okay, sw—Abby, I’m going. I just want you to know that my family does owe you a debt. And we always repay them. So, I’m going to leave my card with my private number. You call me if you need anything. Anything at all. Understand?”

He pulled his wallet out and grabbed his business card. It wasn’t the one he gave to just anyone, but a special one for his long-term clients. He held it out.

She didn’t take it.

His frustration grew. He pulled on the control that he’d honed in his years as a SEAL, and a Dom.

“Abby, take the card.”

“You don’t owe me anything,” she said stubbornly.

“Abby, I get that you’re upset with me. You have good reason. I’m not the kind of guy you need.”

But he could find her the sort of guy she needed. The ranch was filled with Daddy Doms searching for a Little. So why hadn’t she been snapped up already?

“More like I’m not the sort of woman you want, right?” she asked angrily.

“That’s not what I meant.” Only wasn’t it? Even he could hear the lack of conviction in his voice.

“Leave, Kent. Before I call the sheriff.”

“I’m not going until you take the card and promise me you will call if you need something.”