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Her face heated to boiling. She pursed her lips and stared at him. This ability he had to scent her arousal was maddening. How would she ever survive if he knew every time she had a sexy thought?
“Leah…” he warned. “Tell Daddy what you were thinking. I’m not going to fix dinner until you do.”
“Why?” she asked softly.
“Because I want to know what makes you tick, what makes you squirm, what makes you horny. I want to know so I can do whatever that is again or withhold it when you’re naughty.”
She sucked in a breath, her eyes wide. His promise and threat made her set the pencil down and grip the sides of the tray.
He didn’t budge. He stood right where he was, waiting for her, patiently. “Tell Daddy,” he repeated softly.
She licked her lips, deciding it couldn’t hurt. It wasn’tthatbad. “I was wondering what it would feel like to have that other strap coming up between my legs,” she murmured almost too softly for him to hear.
He had super hearing, though. He could probably hear her cough from a mile away, and he certainly could smell her arousal from across the room.
Elias smiled. “Next time you sit there, I will cinch that last strap up tight so it rubs against your pussy, Leah. Now try to focus on your picture so I can make dinner without inhaling your soaking wet panties over and over.”
She clenched her thighs. His request would be darn near impossible, but he knew that. “Yes, Sir.” She spoke the words with some reverence, but he probably didn’t miss the slightly sassy snark.
Chapter Thirteen
Cooking while his Little girl sat in her highchair coloring him a picture was one of the most difficult things he’d ever done. She was a distraction. She would always be a distraction, but he assumed his rigidly hard cock would eventually simmer down once it got the attention it craved.
Likewise, so would her pussy. Not after consummation, of course. It would take much more than that, but this urgency he felt would diminish in the coming days. Right?
Elias shuddered at the thought he could be wrong. They would be eating cold sandwiches for the rest of their lives if he couldn’t keep his hands off her long enough to cook meals.
It was difficult to focus. He kept glancing at Leah every few seconds. Half of him thought he might suddenly find that highchair empty and realize today had never happened. Maybe he was still sleeping last night, and this had all been a dream.
The dream was so vivid and so much better than he’d anticipated reality to be that he worried it was all an apparition. But she was still there. She was concentrating on her picture. Every bit of her was adorable in this moment. Her legs were swinging. She had on dainty gold sandals that matched the gold lace of her dress.
Heavens, but he wanted to get her out of that dress. After dinner he would. If she wasn’t ready for him to enter her body, he wouldn’t rush her, but he would definitely unveil her, spread her legs and use his mouth to ensure she understood how good her life was going to be from this day forward.
At one point, he paused for a while to watch how focused she was, the way she held her pencil, the way she bit the corner of her bottom lip in concentration, and her sweet little tongue when it snaked out to wet her lips.
Somehow Elias managed to finish the pasta and get it on the table. He even added a salad. She wasn’t watching closely as he added a pink sippy cup filled with juice and dished up a serving of pasta and salad onto a matching pink plastic plate.
Elias learned something important about his mate while he cut up her spaghetti into bite-sized pieces—when she focused on something, she went into her head as if she were no longer on this planet. His girl had no idea he was sitting next to her or that dinner was ready.
Since it appeared she was almost done with her picture, he let her finish, watching with rapt interest as she turned the paper around to different angles and swapped out pencils without much of a glance as if she’d memorized the order the colors were in along the side of her tray.
Finally she set the last pencil down, sat up taller, and lifted her head. She looked startled as she met his gaze. A moment later, she glanced at the plates of food on the table.
She winced. “I’m sorry. I get lost when I’m doing art.”
He smiled. “Noted. I’ll remember that.”
“Did you try to talk to me?”
“No, Baby girl. I let you finish your picture.” He nodded toward it. “It’s stunning, by the way. I’m going to hang it on the refrigerator.”
She giggled. Damn, he loved that sound. “My parents stopped hanging up my art when I was about five.”
Elias frowned. “Well, Daddy is going to hang your art all over the house, starting with the fridge.” He rose, carefully lifting the picture, and carried it over to the refrigerator where he stuck it to the side with a small magnet. It was a simple coloring page, but it looked like a professional had done it.
She was beaming when he returned to her. “You really like it? Or are you just saying that because you have to?”
“I love it, Leah. I’m impressed. Looks like I should order more than just painting supplies tomorrow. You’ll have to help me pick some things out. I certainly don’t want to be accused of squelching your talent.” He leaned over and kissed her forehead before taking his seat next to her.