Page 9 of Her Daddy Biker (Savage Kings MC #12)
Eight
Havoc
I leave Tyra to take her time getting out of the bath with a deep, lingering kiss, and go check the weather reports.
The screen’s showing nothing but red - buried roads, trees down everywhere, emergency crews overwhelmed with calls.
The highway’s completely blocked, and the mountain roads are worse.
It will be a while before anything’s passable.
Perfect. That means more time alone with my angel.
After I’m dried up and dressed, I grab a soft sweater from my closet that’ll keep her warm. I want my angel relaxed and feeling safe.
“Come in,” she calls when I knock on my bathroom door.
There’s my angel, swimming in my robe, with her hair still damp, her skin glowing.
Welcoming me with a huge smile. Her nervous energy from earlier has faded.
She’s soft and warm, and smells like the scented bath oil my sister gifted me last Christmas.
All I want to do is pull off the plush robe and eat her whole…
“Better?” I ask. What we did was intense. I want to give her time to adjust.
“Yes, thank you.” She takes my sweater, her eyes widening when she touches the fabric. “This is really nice.”
“You deserve nice things.” I step closer, taking in all that’s my angel. Sexy, sweet, kind, innocent, willing to be wrecked by her Daddy. “I hope you weren’t planning to leave anytime soon, because we’re locked in tight.”
Her pretty eyes go wide. “For how long?”
“A day at least. Maybe more.” I move close enough to see the pulse at her throat beat, breathe in her scent, feel the heat from her body.
“The roads are blocked,” I add, staring into her gaze, loving our height difference, how she’s gazing up at me…
Fuck. “Even if you wanted to leave - and I don’t think you do - it’s not happening, angel. ”
I see a flash of relief pass through her trusting gaze. She’s not ready to leave my side.
“I should call…”
“Called the rental company.” I brush a curl away from her face.
“Nothing to worry about except staying warm and safe,” I whisper, standing close enough that our breaths mingle.
Tyra shivers, clutching the lapels of my robe.
“You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be, angel.
” I meet her eyes steadily. “Safe. Cared for. Learning that you’re perfect exactly the way you are. ”
She nods, something warm and soft shining in her gorgeous brown eyes.
“Get dressed,” I tell her gently. “I’ll make us lunch. Then we can talk about what happens next.”