He almost grinned at the irritation and resignation on her face, knowing that she did indeed run from him. He wasn’t going to let her forget it any time soon.
“Baby, above all others, I know you’re not a child. You’re one hundred percent a juicy, delectable, sweet woman. But I also know you can be stubborn and run and hide when your feelings are hurt. Am I right?”
A dramatic sigh slipped from her mouth before she nodded. His hand squeezed her upper thigh.
“I have another question.”
She frowned. “More? Jeez.”
His brows spiked. “Are you sure you want to push me anymore? You’re already in a heap load of shit.”
Her shoulders dropped. “No.”
“Good girl. What do you think your punishment should be?”
He felt her stiffen.
“I don’t know if I deserve one.”
He snorted. “Really. You ran away without telling anyone. Not once but twice. You also got your friends to teach you how to drive when I’ve told you it’s not going to happen.”
“But you’re not my daddy.”
He heard the misery in her voice and knew she needed the punishment more than before.
“Oh, hell yeah, I’m your daddy. I’m always going to be your daddy. I want you to go into our bathroom, strip, and wait for me.”
“I—”
He held up his hand. “No more talking.” He lifted her to her feet and slapped her ass. “Go.”
Chapter Eighteen
Hannah looked over her shoulder one more time as she walked away. She felt the heat from his slap on her ass, making her need for him spike. Damn, was something wrong with her? Shouldn’t she hate to be spanked?
After undressing, she stood off to the side and waited. Her breath caught in her throat when she heard his heavy footsteps coming toward her.
She fisted her hands when he stopped in the doorway and stared at her. The way his gaze slid up and down her made goosebumps break out over her skin and her cunt spasm.
She wanted his hands on her so much she ached.
Without a word, he reached over his shoulder and pulled his t-shirt over his head. It was a move that she always thought was sexy as hell.
Her gaze followed his hands when they lowered and unbuttoned his jeans. When he slid the zipper down, it seemed to echo in the room and made her blood pump harder in her body.
She gasped when his cock sprang out and bounced against his stomach. Saliva pooled in her mouth as the rest of his clothes came off.
He started the shower and then held his hand out to her.
“Come here, little bird.”
She set her hand in his and let him pull her under the water.
“I’ll wash you first, baby. But then I want you to wash me.”
She nodded eagerly.
His short nails gently scratched over her scalp as he washed her hair because he knew she loved it. He rinsed the shampoo from her head before slathering on her conditioner. A moan slid from her mouth as his fingers massaged the back of her neck and then slid down.