Page 17 of A Daddy for Christmas 3: Rowan

“Yes.”

As if it wasn’t obvious.

“And Daddies take care of boys.”

“They keep them safe,” he agrees.

“And warm?”

“And warm.” He pushes the blanket aside and beckons me to him.

I climb over the armrest and onto his lap, huddling against his chest as he wraps the blanket over us.

“Better?” he asks.

“Much better.” I tilt my head so I can see his face. “What took you so long?”

He rubs my back to add to the warmth his body is already giving me. “It’s unprofessional.”

“I’d rather be warm than professional.”

“I realised that a while ago, but I’m the boss.”

I chuckle. “Yes, you are.”

“So I should be maintaining the professional line between us.”

“I don’t want you to.” I stroke his jaw. “I want you to take care of me while we’re stuck here.” And beyond, but I’m not going to get ahead of myself.

“Be your temporary Daddy?”

The word ‘temporary’ stings a little, but I don’t let it show. “Yes. My Snow Daddy.”

He laughs. “Snow Daddy?”

“Scrooge Daddy?” I suggest.

He puts on a grumpy expression.

“So sexy.” Damn, I want to kiss him.

I focus my stare on his thick lips and the stern cut of his jaw. Then I look into his dark eyes again, trembling as I realise how much I want him. Here. Now. In this car. In the middle of a snowstorm. I’ve fancied this man since the day I first laid eyeson him, and now I’m on his lap, his arms around me, the cold almost forgotten as heat radiates from him.

His stare searches mine. What is he looking for? Permission? I’ll give it to him in spades.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he says.

“What? Keeping warm? I’d say that’s a necessity, wouldn’t you?”

“Keeping warm is, but I think we’re going to do more than that.”

I waggle my eyebrows. “I sure hope so.”

“That’s what you want?” He strokes my floppy hair away from my forehead, tucking it behind my ear for half a second before it falls forward again.

“Yes, Daddy. I’ve wanted something to happen between us for a long time.”

“You have?”