Larkin’s eyes widened. “I never thought I’d have a daddy.”
“You do now, but remember, I’m not the traditional type of daddy. I’m not your father. I’m your man. It’s a term of endearment.”
She skimmed her fingertips over his cheek and grinned like an imp. “I think I’m really going to like that, daddy.”
Darian’s eyes slid closed, and he rested his forehead against hers. “You’ve no idea how happy that makes me.”
“I’m glad because I want to make you happy.”
He bent and pressed a gentle kiss against her lips. “You do, sweetheart.”
She scrambled out of the covers and away from him. She screeched and giggled when he lunged for her. “Daddy, stop. I have to go potty.”
Darian chuckled and watched her sprint to the bathroom. He reluctantly moved from the bed and called down to the kitchen before he pulled out shorts and a shirt for her to wear and jeans and a polo for him. “Larkin, I have your clothes ready.”
She opened the door as she was brushing her teeth. “What?” she slurred.
Darian laughed. “I have your clothes.”
She quickly rinsed and walked to where he had placed some women’s clothes. “Where did you get these?”
“I had someone do some shopping for us yesterday.”
“Really?” She frowned. “How did you know I was going to be here?”
“When you get to know me, you’ll understand. If I want something bad enough, there’s very little I won’t do to get it. And I’ve never wanted anything the way I want you.”
Larkin pulled her eyes from him and looked down. “I don’t see panties or a bra.”
“Because you’re not going to wear them. You’re lucky you’re getting clothes.”
He grinned when her mouth dropped open.
“I can’t go around naked. Someone might see me.”
“Oh, they certainly will, but it will beco
me easier for you, and my employees have been around a long time. They’ve seen about everything.”
Larkin narrowed her eyes and took a step back. “How many girls have you had running around naked?”
He grinned at the jealousy in her tone. “None. My parents and grandparents all had unusual relationships. My parents lived much like we are going to.”
“Your mom was a little?” she asked.
“For as long as I can remember.”
She reached for the shorts.
“Take the shirt off, sweetheart.”
Larkin slowly unbuttoned the shirt and then laid it on the mattress. Before she could grab her shorts again, he had her against his chest.
He speared his fingers through her waist-long hair, tilted her head back, and took her mouth. After a long moment, he lifted his head and smiled. Larkin was boneless, with her eyes closed and seeming ready for more.
“Get dressed. I have a surprise for you.”
She slowly opened her eyes. “I like when you kiss me,” she admitted.