She knew he was trying not to scare her, to give her some control. Stepping forward, she slid her hand into his and let him draw her close.
Then his hand went behind the nape of her neck and, leaning in, he kissed her.
It was like nothing she had experienced in her life. She melted against him as sparks sizzled just beneath her skin. Her heart raced as she reached up, wrapping her hands around his neck. She held onto him for dear life, letting him keep her grounded.
Her man. Her Daddy.
Everything she’d ever wanted, and never believed she deserved.
When he drew back, he was breathing as heavily as she was. He pressed his forehead to hers. “You taste so fucking delicious. Makes me wonder what the rest of you tastes like.”
She sucked in a breath. “You could find out.”
“Not yet.”
She drew back, pouting up at him.
“Put that away,” he commanded, tapping her bottom lip.
She sniffled, giving him her saddest look.
“There are other things we can do,” he promised her in a dark, sinful voice. “I’m going to get you so used to my touch that you can’t survive without it. That it becomes as necessary as breathing. Starting with your punishment.”
“My . . . my what?”
“Your punishment. Did you forget about it?”
“For what?”
“Lying to Daddy.”
“But . . . but, you put me in the corner! And I thought maybe we could just forget about the rest of it. You know, wipe the slate clean?”
“Hmm. Wipe the slate clean, huh?”
She had him now. She nodded frantically. “That all happened before we were officially together, so I think that we should start over from now.”
“And what about the next time you earn a punishment? Will it be a start over again?”
“No, this is the only start over,” she promised.
Certain that he was going to agree, she smiled up at him widely.
“No. I think we will do the punishment. You need to know that lying is not acceptable.”
“Daddy, no! That’s so unfair.” She stomped her foot. Then she looked down at her foot in shock.
“Did you just stomp your foot?” he asked.
“Nope. Not me. I wouldn’t have done that. ‘Cause that would be naughty and I’m a little angel.” She backed away slowly as he stared at her. “See my halo?”
“No.”
“Well, it’s there. Only other angels are able to see it, though. So you must be too naughty.” She hit the wall, pressing against it.
He crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m the naughty one?”
“Yep. Yeppers, that’s definitely you. Me, angel. Daddy, naughty boy. Tut-tut. Maybe I should punish you.”