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As though I’d known her in a past life or something.
God, how could I explain it without sounding unhinged?
Her lips curved in a slight smile, and she stood on her tiptoes as she wrapped her arms around my neck, which forced me to bend down. My gaze instantly went to her mouth.
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GEMMA
Derek’s wordsresonated deep inside me. He was saying all the right things. Hadn’t I longed for a man who would understand me and accept my little side? Knowing he wanted to spend more time with me made me want to cry tears of joy.
He pulled me a few steps away from the door and pushed it shut, affording us complete privacy. Alone. We were alone together at last.
Daddy. He was a daddy. A sexy, dominant cowboy who’d already spanked me and saw me half-naked in the process. Funny how we’d skipped to second (or was it third?) base without even kissing yet. But I planned to rectify that soon. I kept my arms around his neck and parted my lips as his mouth hovered but two inches from mine.
I drew in a deep breath, my eyes not leaving his. “I would love to spend more time with you. Daddy. I, um, can’t stop thinking about your earlier comment. That maybe this is fate. Is that weird? Are we moving too fast? I don’t even know what your favorite color is or what kind of condiments you like on a hot dog or if you—”
He leaned forward and silenced me with a kiss, and I forgot what I’d been about to say. Something about how little we actually knew about each other. But it didn’t matter. Not now. All that mattered was that he kept holding me and kissing me. Oh yes. Just like that. I moaned into his mouth as he swept his tongue softly against mine.
He shifted his hands behind my head and tangled his fingers in my hair as he deepened the kiss. My mind spun and there was a moment where I was certain I must be floating. As Daddy kissed me, he pressed his groin against my lower stomach, allowing me to feel his hardness. A heated quiver rushed through me, and I found myself undulating my hips toward him.
I couldn’t say how long the kiss lasted. A few seconds, or maybe an hour. I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that it felt as though the world had stopped spinning. When he finally pulled his lips from mine, I was panting breathlessly and there was a fervent ache building between my thighs.
His eyes were glazed over with passion, but his visage all at once became stern, causing flutters to rise in my tummy. The spanking. He hadn’t yet given me that proper spanking he’d promised. My butt was still stinging from the couple of smacks he’d given me in the back of his truck, but a real spanking… could I take it?
“I know we don’t know one another well yet, baby girl,” he said in a voice that reminded me of melted caramel, “but I am asking you to trust me to give you what you need. I realize you’re new to being a little girl and you’ve never had a daddy before, but I promise I’ll go slow and help to guide you.”
Trust. I wanted to trust him. Desperately so. The loneliness of the past year had nearly broken me. The scandal in my hometown had also caused me to lose most of my friends, people I’d thought I could trust. People I’d thought would have my back no matter what. But I reminded myself that I still had a few friends. Not everyone was judgmental or untrustworthy.
I placed a hand on Derek’s chest. “I trust you so far,” I said. He hadn’t yet done anything to make me believe he couldn’t be trusted. I felt safe with him, and I wanted so badly to believe meeting him was indeed fate that I was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. Until he proved otherwise, I would trust that he was a good person. Someone I could safely explore my little side with.
He smoothed a hand through my hair and glanced at the stairs before returning his gaze to mine. “I’m glad you trust me so far, little one. I promise I’ll try my best not to do anything to break your trust. Trust is the foundation of a little’s relationship with her daddy.”
My throat closed up and I couldn’t reply right away. So I nodded and tried to regain control of my emotions. I didn’t want to break down in tears, even if they weren’t tears of sadness, right now. I wanted to go upstairs with Daddy and explore more of our… relationship.
Well, he’d used that word first, so I might as well use it too.
Fast. So fast. Panic crept in as I thought about how fast things were moving between us. What if I fell head over heels for Derek and then he broke my heart? This town was supposed to be my fresh start. The last thing I needed was to fuck that up. I wanted to belong here. But how could I belong if I had a falling out with Derek Bolt, rancher and landlord extraordinaire?
“What are you thinking about right now?” he asked, shifting me in his arms. He rubbed his hands up and down my back as he held me close, but not close enough that he couldn’t peer down into my eyes.
I shrugged one shoulder. “I’m thinking about all the things that might go wrong. What if… what if this ends up being a mistake?”
A look of understanding came over him, and he eventually graced me with a smile that revealed those sexy dimples of his. “What about all the things that might go right?”
CHAPTER12
DEREK
After makingsure Gemma was willing and ready, I guided her upstairs to her apartment, holding her trembling hand tightly in mine.
I led her into the kitchen and drew a straight-backed chair into the middle of the room. She swallowed hard and her cheeks grew pinker. Her eyes widened as she watched me methodically roll up the sleeves of my flannel shirt.
“You’re adorable when you blush, baby girl.” I sank down on the chair and pulled her to stand between my spread legs, finally dropping her hand. “And I have a feeling you’ll be blushing a lot more by the time I’m through with you. I intend to be thorough as I punish you.”
She lowered her head and peeked at me from beneath thick dark lashes. She twisted her fingers together and stepped from foot to foot in a nervous manner that caused all the blood in my body to rush straight to my dick. I hardened painfully in my pants, and not for the first time in Gemma’s presence I resisted the urge to readjust myself.
“You were naughty in the restaurant, weren’t you, baby girl?” I asked in a scolding but imploring tone.
