“You know I’m here for you if you get scared, right, baby girl?”
“I know, Daddy.” She smiled. “You’re my very own Daddy bear.”
He groaned but his eyes were warm as he leaned over and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead.
* * *
“I stink.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, she blushed bright red in embarrassment. What was wrong with her? Bear glanced away from his book to give her a look filled with surprise and amusement. She was still sitting on the sofa. She’d been drawing up a storm all afternoon. Bear had run out of room on the small fridge for her creations.
“I just…I mean…” She really wanted a bath. He’d given her a cloth to give herself a bit of a wipe, but it wasn’t the same. “Maybe I could have a bath?”
And maybe he’d help her and she could entice him into another kiss like the one he’d given her yesterday. Oh hell, she was in so much trouble. She had no idea what she was doing.
“We don’t exactly have a bath. Just an old tub I’d need to haul inside and heat up the water for.”
“Oh, if it’s too much trouble that’s fine.”
“I didn’t say that. I don’t want you getting in and out on your own, though. You could slip and fall.”
“Perhaps you could help me then.” She was trying for coy and sophisticated. She was pretty certain she did not pull it off.
But now that she’d said it, her body was filling with heat at the idea of him washing her. He looked at her thoughtfully. “I guess Daddy could give his little girl a bath.”
She’d kind of been hoping Daddy would give his big girl a bath, but she’d take what she could get.
“All right. A short bath. That’s all.”
“Anything you say, Daddy.”
He snorted. “If only I could believe that.”
What the hell was he thinking?
He heated up water to add to the bath and tried to ignore his hard dick pressing against his zipper. He had to be insane to agree to bathe her. He prided himself on his control and yet when it came to her…his control was wearing a little thin.
He was just a daddy giving his Little a bath.
Shit. How was he going to keep his need for her under control? Sure, he’d helped her wipe herself with a cloth, but he hadn’t really looked.
He tested the water. He’d grabbed a washcloth, towel and soap already. “Okay, little girl, bath is ready.” He turned to where she was sitting on the sofa. He reached for her, removing the blanket from over her lap. It was probably overkill since it was so hot in here, but he liked coddling her. She’d had precious little care in her life.
First, he removed her sweatshirt. Then her black t-shirt. He hated her in black. If she was his she’d wear bright, cheerful colors. She wasn’t wearing a bra and as soon as her breasts were revealed, her pink nipples puckered.
She covered her breasts with her arm but he didn’t linger. Instead, he helped her stand then crouched in front of her. “Hold onto my shoulders for balance.”
She held onto him and stepped out of her panties, one foot at a time. He stood, but kept hold of her panties. Just as he’d suspected. “These are wet, baby girl.”
“Oh God.” She blushed bright red. “I’m so embarrassed.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Why? Nothing sexier than knowing you want me.” And knowing that was going to make it even harder to keep his hands off her.
“You think that’s sexy?” she said hesitantly.
“Hell, yes.”
He placed her panties on top of her other clothes then he helped her into the bath.