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CHAPTER13
Cami
Mason refused to let me go when we got home. He carried me into the house where he settled down on the couch in the sitting room just off the entryway. I didn’t protest as he situated me on his lap, curling up against the warmth of his chest.
“I’m so sorry, little girl. I didn’t mean to hurt you. You’re my little girl and you’re so very special to me,” he whispered. He kissed my forehead gently as his hands gripped my flesh. “I’m just so glad you’re safe. I was so worried.”
I pushed back against his chest, staring into his eyes. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I just thought you’d be happier without me, that you’d be able to pursue your dreams without me holding you back,” I said.
“Nothing will ever be worth more than you, Cami-girl. You’re so much more than a political office or riches or fame or any of that. You’re so special to me. You don’t have to forgive me today or even at all, but I would very much like a chance to begin to make it up to you.”
“I’m sorry—” I started, and he shook his head.
“There nothing for you to be sorry about, sweetheart,” he answered firmly.
“You’re not mad at me?” I asked. I was suddenly very worried that he would be angry even though I’d left with only the best intentions. Would he punish me for something like that? I tensed, not knowing if I could take something like that right now. I felt so fragile, so worried and insecure and I tried to push it back. I chewed my lip as my finger fidgeted with the edges of his suit jacket and he surrounded my hands with his, his touch settling me almost instantly.
“No, I’m not upset at all. It was my fault. I’m just so thankful that you’re safe and that maybe you came back to give me another chance,” he murmured, and I curled back up against him. His lips pressed against my forehead, and I closed my eyes, sighing with abject relief.
“I’ve missed this so much. I’ve missed you,” I whispered.
“Me too, Cami-girl. So very much,” he said, his voice shaking with sorrow and hope.
“Did you mean what you said at the conference?” I asked, my own voice trembling too.
“Every word,” he vowed.
“You said that you fell in love with me,” I said softly, trying to push past the fear that was balling up deep in my throat.
“I love you, Cami. I love you so very much,” he replied boldly. His voice wasn’t wavering now like before. I searched his gaze, finding nothing but the truth buried inside those eyes.
“Do you still want to be my daddy?” I asked even more timidly. My tongue was so dry that it felt like it had turned to parchment. I swallowed anxiously, but that didn’t make it any better. I held onto him, my fingers twisting into his jacket as I struggled to keep myself together.
“Always, my little girl. I will be your daddy for as long as you want me,” he answered.
I was facing him now with my knees on either side of his waist. My arms were looped around his neck, my body flush against his. I was so full of emotion. I wanted to cry, to scream, to be held, to be kissed and fucked. I wanted everything.
I pulled back and gripped the knot of his tie. I jerked him toward me and kissed him. It wasn’t a gentle kiss either. It was laced with anger and emotion and need so strong that I couldn’t even try to contain it. In return, his was more tender and it sobered me. When I pulled back, my breathing had quickened, and my heart was palpitating in my chest.
“What do you need from Daddy, my Cami-girl?” he asked. His touch was tentative, thoughtful, and I wanted more of it.
“Make love to me, Daddy,” I whispered.
“Anything for you, my little girl,” he promised, and his arms wrapped around me. He carried me into the bedroom like I weighed no more than a child. He lowered me down onto the bed gently. His hand reached for my face, caressing my cheek tenderly with his thumb.
“There is nothing more beautiful than the sight of you here in my bed,” he exclaimed, and I blushed a little at the compliment.
“But I…” I began and he shook his head.
“Let me show you how much I love you, my sweet girl,” he whispered soothingly.
“Yes, Daddy,” I replied, biting my lip as I searched his gaze. His thumb grazed across my cheek, and I closed my eyes, losing myself in the gentleness of his touch. I sucked in a deep breath, trembling a little when he released me. His fingertips were only away from my skin for mere seconds, but it felt like the longest moment in the world until his hands were on me once again.
“There’s my good girl,” he murmured, and I shivered as he slipped his hands down my front. He skillfully maneuvered around my breasts to grasp the hem of my shirt. Slowly, he lifted it up and over my head. He tossed my shirt aside, using his much bigger size to press me down to the bed. His lips caressed the hollow of my throat and I arched up into him.
He kissed my neck, my chest, my belly, my thighs, and everywhere else, worshipping me with the gentle touch of his mouth all over my exposed flesh. When he pulled back and removed my shoes, I whined. I wanted more already. I’d missed him so much that all I wanted to feel right now was the connection between us. I needed him.
“Hush, Cami-girl. Daddy is going to take his time with you tonight,” he whispered, and my core squeezed tight with anticipation. He took off my socks next, kissing up the curves of my feet and the length of my ankles.
