Daddy's Sweet Girl (Montana Daddies 3)

He nodded. “I’m nervous. I don’t want to say something that might scare you away. This is intense. I get it. It’s only been a week and I already want everything. I want you in my bed, but more than that I want you in my life. And I’m trying really hard not to push and I think I’m failing at that and I...”

She reached up and placed a finger against his lips. It was then he realized his cheeks felt hot. What the hell was he doing? What happened to confident and suave? Shit. He hadn’t acted like this much of a fool since he was a teenager...all it took was one Little with big eyes and the sweetest smile and he became a bumbling idiot.

“I really mean that much to you?”

He light nipped her finger then drew her hand away, taking a deep breath. Time to take charge again. Center himself.

“You do.”

“I’ve never meant anything to anyone before. I mean, my nana loved me, but...I mean, not that you love me or anything...I just...God, I want to shut up now.”

He shook his head. “I think we both need a cup of coffee and some breakfast.”

“Really?” she asked. She bit at her lip, staring up at him shyly. “Because I was thinking that throwing me over the shoulder and tying me to the bed stuff sounded kind of nice.”

Chapter Eighteen

Nice? Nice? Was that really the best she could come up with?

How about hot

? Amazing? Intriguing? Fucking unreal?

Nope. Best she could come up with was nice. But Kent didn’t seem to notice or didn’t care. His eyes flared; hunger filled his face.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she whispered. “If that’s what you want too?”

“I think I’ve already made it clear that it is.” He grabbed her around the back of her neck. Okay, she never thought that she’d go for a dominant guy. But she melted whenever he took charge.

“You want me,” he muttered. “First thing you’re gonna do is lose the onesie.”

Okay, that was straight to the point. She guessed a onesie wasn’t exactly sexy. She didn’t own anything sexy. But then, she didn’t own any clothes anymore. She pushed that thought from her head.

Except, there was just one problem with losing the onesie.

“I’m practically naked underneath,” she muttered. All she wore were some cotton panties

He grinned. It was a wild grin. Wicked. Ravenous. “Good.”

Nope. Not good. Cause while he might look like a Greek God, she did not.

But how did she tell him that?

He knows what you look like. He’s not blind. Yeah, but seeing her in clothes and seeing her nearly naked were two completely different things.

“You’re already thinking too much. Gonna have to fix that.” He cupped her face, raising it. “You did some reading into Daddy/little girl relationships?”

“Y-yes.”

“What about into BDSM?”

“Yes, that too.”

“Good girl. Abby, in the bedroom, I like to be in complete control. Can you submit to me? Can you trust me to know that I won’t hurt you?”

She took in a breath. How did she feel about that?