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She obeyed, bracing her palms on his thighs.
“Let’s try another bit of rubbing,” he suggested. Slipping his hand down, he began to stroke her clit as she moved, her back arched, her breasts thrust up, her head tilted back as she began to keen.
“That’s it, faster, baby. I want you to come. I want to feel your cunt clutching my cock,” he growled, his hips thrusting upward, his fingers playing with her slippery little nubbin.
He almost lost his hold when she jerked, her cry filling the room as she shattered. She fell forward, her hands clutching the sheets as he used both hands to hold her in place as he chased his own climax while her walls continued to convulse around his cock. His shout was just as loud as he filled her, his breathing just as labored as he continued to erupt until he was empty.
It took him a moment before he said, “And that is the very definition of friction.”
“I think I love science,” she said, lifting her head to smile at him.
He laughed, pulled her up until he could kiss her. Their tongues dueled and he didn’t release her until they needed oxygen. She squealed when he slapped her bottom and tipped her off him. “Stay here while I start the shower.”
“No problem,” she said, pulling the covers back over herself.
Once the water was hot, he yanked the covers back and ignored her protests as he scooped her up. Carrying her into the bathroom, he set her down beneath the spray. He’d loved bathing her the day before, but he enjoyed sharing the shower as well. He shampooed her hair, loving her soft purr of satisfaction as his fingers massaged her scalp. All too soon, the water began to cool and he turned it off before she could catch a chill.
After he’d dried both her slender body and her hair, he pulled on jeans and a flannel shirt before leading her down the short hall and into her bedroom. It was as if she knew that the moment they crossed the threshold, their roles changed because when he asked if she wanted to wear tights or leggings, she giggled and turning from where she was kneeling on the window seat, she said, “Can I wear both, Daddy? It’s still snowing.”
“Of course, baby girl.” He pulled out clothing from her dresser and soon had her dressed in tights, adding a camisole beneath the powder blue sweater he’d selected.
“Warm enough?” he asked after he’d helped her into the pair of black leggings and pulled her hair into pigtails, adding blue ribbons.
“Yes, nice and toasty. Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re very welcome. Speaking of toast, I’m starving.”
“Me too. But I want waffles, not toast, if that’s okay?”
He laughed. “That’s fine as long as you eat some protein as well.”
“Okay, oh, wait!” She pulled her hand from his and turned to run down the hall. Not back to her room, but to his.
When she came back, her frown had him asking, “What’s wrong, baby?”
Holding up the pink item, she said, “I wanted to take a picture of Mr. Snowy to send to Katie. Then I remembered I forgot to call her yesterday, and I know she’s going to worry. But now I can’t because my phone is dead.”
“Don’t worry. Katie already knows you’re here and safe.”
“How?”
Taking her hand, he led her down the stairs. “Because I called Sean when I found you in my bed that night.”
Once they reached the first floor, she looked up at him. “Why did you call Sean?”
His answer was to ask his own question. “Who would be the first person I’d consider to have helped you orchestrate your little break-in?”
“Oh…”
“Exactly.”
“Um, was Sean upset?”
Liam lifted her to sit on the stool at the counter. “He was happy that you decided to come home, but he was definitely not pleased that Katie disappeared for hours or that she was stuck when she ran out of gas.”
“Oh, no! I didn’t mean to get Katie in trouble.”
“I know you didn’t, but both of you knew better.” She looked so woebegone that he bent to kiss her forehead. “If it makes you feel any better, when I spoke with Katie, she told me that any punishment she received was worth it because you needed to come back.”
