I try to pull my arm away but he's not having it. "What the hell do you want from me?"
"I want you, Georgie, I want everything from you."
"Why?" I ask, unable to comprehend why he's doing this. Do I want him? More than anything in this world. With him, I'm safe and I feel normal, not the daughter of a woman that doesn’t give a fuck.
"Because, Georgie, you're fucking amazing. I’ve wanted you since you were sixteen. I’m sick, I fucking know it. But damn, you’re amazing. When I saw you walk down the stairs, three nights ago, you looked sexy as hell. I knew then that I needed you, there was no more denying the fact that you were mine."
My breath hitches at his admission.
"That kiss we had. Fuck it keeps me up at night, all I want to do is crawl into your bed and fuck you senseless."
"Then why don't you?" I whisper, his confession has knocked me sideways.
He places a quick chaste kiss against my lips, "Because, Georgie, I've told you, I want everything from you. I want you to open up and be honest with me. I want to know what the hell your mom did, why you hate her so much."
Hell no. "I'm sorry, Dad, that's not going to happen," I tell him, taking a step back. "The past is exactly where it should be. She’s not here, so I don’t see the point."
"That may be so, baby girl, but you're mine now and I look after what's mine."
"Since when the hell did you become a caveman? We're in the twenty-first century, I don't belong to anyone."
"Bullshit," he fires back. "You belong to me."
I roll my eyes acting as though it's annoying when in fact, it means everything. I've always wanted someone to actually want me for me. I've never felt so loved as I do at this moment.
"Georgie. I don't care if I have to wait."
"What if I don't want to?" I confess taking a step closer to him.
His hands go to my hips and he pulls me closer to him. "Don't," he warns, "I'm fighting every urge I have."
"Why?"
He shakes his head. "I swear to fuck, baby girl, keep it up and I'm going to spank that sexy ass of yours." I press my thighs together as heat pools in my pussy. "Christ," he growls, throwing his head back.
"Fine." I pout. "I'll be on my best behavior." I lie, I've never been one to back down and my goal is to have him.
"Why do I think you're lying?" he questions with a smile.
I shrug. "I have no idea? Would I lie to you?"
He laughs, "Oh I have no doubt you would if it meant getting your way." He places another kiss against my lips, this time it's not a chaste one, it's soft and gentle but so good. I hold onto him and give into the kiss, loving the way he holds me, as if I'm the most precious thing in this world.
"God, it's going to be torture," he says, resting his head against mine.
"Tell me about it," I whisper, unable to catch my breath.
"Georgie, we're going to have to talk to your mom."
I close my eyes, "And that is a great way to ruin the mood."
He laughs, "I know, but she needs to know."
"Why does she?"
"Baby girl, she's your mom, she cares about you."
I shake my head. "Learned a long time ago that's not true. You married her, you know it's not. Mom doesn't care about anyone but herself. The only time she'll bother is if she thinks I can give her something."