Page 9 of Sophia’s Daddy (Littleworld #23)
Chapter Seven
I’m too warm. Why is my house so hot? Did the AC break down in the night?
And something is touching me. Holding me down…
I jerk my eyes open, gasping.
“Don’t panic, Baby girl. You’re with Daddy.”
My memory floods back in, and I turn in the strong arms holding me to face Tate. Judging by the light coming in around my shades it’s early morning. “You’re still here.”
He gives me a sexy smile. “Of course I’m still here. Where else would I be?”
“Not real?”
He kisses my lips gently. “I’m real.” His hand comes to my hair, and he threads his fingers in it, angling my head to one side so he can kiss me deeper.
I’m panting by the time he eventually releases my lips. “I have to get up, Baby girl. I don’t have anything here to wear to work.”
I nod. “Of course.”
“I’ll pick you up here at six, okay? Will you pack a bag so you can stay at my house tonight?”
I giggle. “Do I have a choice?”
“Yep. I can stay here in your tiny bed again.”
“My bed is not small. It’s a normal bed.”
“But I’m not a normal guy.”
“You do realize we’re only taking up about a third of the bed, right?”
He lifts his leg. “I’m hanging off the end.”
He’s right about that.
“Will you pack for several days, Sophia?”
I stare at him. Am I ready for this? It’s so fast. One minute we were practically strangers. The next minute, his hand was on my inner thigh, and I was panting with lust.
“Maybe…”
He kisses all over my face. “Please?”
I tip my head back to enjoy the feel of his lips on my neck. He makes it hard to say no. I moan instead of speaking.
He growls as he releases me and pushes off the side of the bed to stand. He reaches out to tug the covers down my body, exposing me entirely.
I shiver, forcing myself not to cross my arms and draw my legs up.
“So fucking sexy…” he purrs. He bends over and kisses my nipples, making them instantly stiffen. His lips move to my pussy next, and he plants one gentle kiss there. “Will you shave for me, Little one?”
“Down… Down there?” My voice squeaks.
He nods. “Yes, Baby girl. Your pussy. If the idea makes you nervous, I can do it for you.”
My eyes go wide, and I gasp.
“What? You don’t think I can shave a Little girl’s pussy?”
I try to picture these two scenarios. My first thought is that I can’t picture myself reaching between my legs and shaving my most sensitive parts. I know some women do. Most probably get themselves waxed. Could I do that?
When I try to visualize Tate shaving me, my face heats. That seems incredibly embarrassing. Maybe I’ll make a wax appointment. Could I do that during lunch?
“I could do it right now before I leave,” he suggests.
I shake my head, drawing my knees together. “No way.”
He chuckles. “You sort it out then.” He kisses me on the mouth this time before shoving off the bed.
I watch while he puts his shirt back on and then sits on the edge of the mattress to put his shoes on. His hair is thick and messy. Sexy. I want to run my fingers through it, but I don’t. I’m too stunned from this latest request. I can’t breathe fully. After he leaves, I’ll pull myself together.
When he’s done, he stands. “Where is your phone, Baby girl?”
“Uhhh. I might have left it in the bathroom last night.”
He heads that way and returns with it. “Open it for me so I can put my number in.”
I sit up, self-conscious about my nudity, and unlock the screen before handing it back to him. I watch as he enters his number and sends himself a text.
He sets it on the nightstand. “I’ll be here at six.” He gives me one more kiss, lingering and growling as if he really doesn’t want to leave.
My mind reels as he walks out of my bedroom, and I flinch when the door to the house closes. Already I’m wondering if he was really ever here.
I quickly slide off my bed and rush toward the front of the house. I pull the curtains back just a few inches in my living room and watch as Tate gets in his SUV. He’s real.
I giggle as I turn and hurry back to my bedroom.
It’s early, but I slept well, and I’m energized.
There’s no way I could go back to sleep.
I take a quick shower and then sit down at my computer to search for local waxing places.
There’s one on the same block as the candy store where I work.
I’ve never noticed it before. Why would I?
Waxing has never been something I’ve considered.
I’m surprised to see they open at seven in the morning, so I go ahead and call them, hoping I can book something during my lunch hour. I have to fortify myself and be brave when the woman informs me she has availability right now if I want to come in before work.
I’m shaking after I accept that time slot and hang up. Deep breaths. Deep breaths . My life has taken a one-eighty in just over twelve hours. I don’t have time to ponder the implications. I have to get going.