She curled up her legs, felt him lower her panties. Oh God. Her clit throbbed in reaction even though she knew he wouldn’t be touching her there.
“I feel much better, Daddy. I don’t think I need any painkillers.”
“Are you telling me your head isn’t throbbing? That your hand doesn’t hurt?”
She chewed her lower lip. “I’m fine.”
“You just lied to me, little girl,” he said in a low, growly voice.
Oh, shit.
“I might not spank you while you’re not feeling well. But I will keep track.” He pushed the cheeks of her ass apart and dabbed some cool lube on her asshole. This was so embarrassing.
“Relax, baby girl,” he said to her.
Easy for him to say. But she tried not to tense up as she felt him push something cool and small into her bottom. She instinctively attempted to expel it, but Clint quickly pressed his finger against her hole.
“Do not push that out.”
From the growly note to his voice she understood that it was a big no-no.
Finally, he removed his finger and allowed her to roll onto her back.
“I’m just going to wash my hands then I’ll be back.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Clint walked into the bathroom and quickly washed his hands. Happiness made him feel light-headed. He couldn’t believe Charlotte was in his bed. Oh, there were still things to sort out, but those things could wait. He dried his hands then strode back into the bedroom to sit on the mattress next to her.
“You need to have a nap now,” he told her, pushing back her hair.
“I just woke up.”
She looked completely wiped out, though and he didn’t like it. “Do you need the toilet?”
She shook her head, her cheeks reddening. It could be a hard thing to accept in the beginning, a daddy’s need to take care of his girl in all ways. But he wanted nothing between them.
“No. I went earlier.”
He scowled at the reminder that she’d gotten up without his help.
“I really don’t think I can sleep.” He studied her, wondering how far he could take things. He didn’t want to move too fast, but he was also dying to touch her. “I can think of one way to help you relax. Would you let me touch you? Give you pleasure?”
Her breathing grew faster. “You…you want to do that for me?”
“Yes.”
“And I’ll do the same for you?”
“No. All you need to do is lie there and let me pleasure you. They say an orgasm is good for headaches as well.”
She snorted, but smiled up at him shyly. “I think I’d like that. If you’re sure.”
It was all the permission he needed. He leaned down and kissed her. Hard. Hot. His heart raced. He kissed his way down her neck, her chest then he cupped one breast, sucking her nipple into his mouth. She cried out, arched up against him.
“How long has it been, little one?” He took her other nipple into his mouth, and suckled on it.
“What?” she asked breathlessly.