Page 13 of Daddy’s Little Charmer (Daddy #36)

Harmony realized she’d been standing in the middle of the bathroom, staring off into space.

She hurriedly stripped and laid her clothes over a bench that sat against the wall, tied her hair in a knot at the top of her head, and stepped in.

A moan caught in her throat as the hot water cascaded down her shoulders and back.

She washed with the available soap that smelled like Christian, making her already sensitive body tingle as she inhaled his dark, masculine scent.

She toweled off and slid on the light blue shirt he’d left for her. The thing was even bigger than her father’s. It hung down past her knees, and she had to roll up the sleeves six times to free her hands.

After taking her hair down, she finger-combed it to get the snarls out before she caught sight of the new toothbrush and toothpaste.

After brushing her teeth, she opened the door.

Harmony stood in the doorway and watched as Christian read over a paper in his hands, as the flickering light from the flames in the fireplace cast shadows over his hard features.

Her body tingled when she saw him rub his thumb over his bottom lip while he concentrated on the paper.

Christian sensed her before he saw her. He put the papers in his briefcase and stood.

The breath rushed out of his lungs in one painful whoosh.

He’d never seen a more erotic picture or one that turned him on like the sight before him.

Her standing in nothing but his shirt. Her hair hung down past her shoulders to curl around her breasts.

The light from the bathroom illuminated her shape through the thin fabric of his shirt.

Her legs looked long for someone so short, and her feet were tiny, with pink painted nails.

Harmony bit her lip nervously when he continued to stare at her and not say anything.

“Is everything okay?” she asked timidly.

Christian mentally shook himself. “Yes, Sweetheart. I’m sorry,” he said and took the steps needed to stand in front of her. He cupped her face with his hands. “You just get more beautiful every time I see you.”

Harmony felt the heat of a blush overtake her complexion as she looked up at him through her lashes.

Christian bent and placed a small kiss on her lips. “I’m going to shower. Go and get in bed, and I’ll be right in.”

Harmony watched the door close behind him before she climbed onto the mattress.

She pulled the blanket over her and then lay on her side, facing the bathroom.

She sighed as her body sank into the most comfortable bed she’d ever slept on.

It cradled her body but had a firmness that kept it from being too soft. Her eyes started to droop immediately.

Within a few minutes, Christian came out of the bathroom with a blue towel wrapped around his hips. He made his way behind another door she assumed was the closet and came out wearing silky black sleep pants. He crossed the room to turn off the fireplace and the light by the sofa.

She had gotten a glimpse of his muscular back, but her breath caught in her throat when she saw his well-developed chest. Every muscle was well defined.

His skin had a darker tint to it, but it looked like a natural part of his skin tone, not from a tan.

She wondered if he came from a South American/Mexican mother or father, or maybe a grandparent.

Christian stood beside the bed, started to take off his watch, and let her look him over. Every second that passed, he got a little harder and more uncomfortable. He smiled when her eyes finally fell on his face, and a dark blush covered her complexion when she realized he was watching her stare.

“You’re beautiful,” Harmony said, and then bit her lip when she realized she said it out loud.

Christian huffed out a laugh, turned off the light, and slid into bed beside her.

He slipped an arm under her neck and pulled her against his side, but kept her on her back so he could reach her lips.

He kissed the top of her head, tilted her head back with a finger under her chin, and then pressed his mouth against hers.

He nibbled and licked until they were both breathing heavily.

Christian lifted his head and bit back a groan at the desire-filled look on her face. He pressed her head against his shoulder.

“Let’s go to sleep while I still have a bit of strength.”

Harmony moved around until she was comfortable. She laid her hand on his chest and sighed.

He was slowly going mad because of the way she was petting his chest, the feel of her full breasts as they pressed against his side, and the silkiness of her skin as she slid a leg over his.

“Baby, if you don’t stop, I will take you. Do you understand?”

Harmony closed her hand into a fist. She hadn’t realized she’d been playing with the small patch of hair in the middle of his chest.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured and peeked up at him to see if he was angry. She relaxed again when he just smiled and kissed her forehead.

“Good night, Sweetheart.”

“Good night, Christian.”