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“You didn’t want to tell me?” Crap. She forced herself to straighten even though the pulses of pleasure were making it really hard to think.
“What? No. That’s not it at all. Of course I wanted to tell you. I’ve dreamed of how to tell you.”
“Um, Hack?” she asked as she panted.
“Yeah?”
“You think you could turn that off for a moment?”
“Shit!” He fumbled with his phone, dropped it, then picked it quickly back up. She would have been amused if she wasn’t about to come.
Finally, he got the vibrator turned off.
“Sorry,” he said, looking slightly horrified. “I’m not usually that, uh . . .”
“Clumsy?” she supplied. “I would hope not, seeing as you literally cut people open for a living.”
He moved forward, his gaze intent on hers. He took her face between his hands, staring down at her. His face was filled with love, with need. “I love you, Greer Savage. You’re my entire fucking world and I can’t imagine my life without you. I didn’t tell you because . . . I was worried I’d scare you away.” She saw the flash of vulnerability in his face.
Those other women who’d told him he was too much were idiots. But she was glad they hadn’t known what they were throwing away. Because he was hers. And she wasn’t ever letting him go.
His face started to close down. Oh shit, she needed to say something before he withdrew from her.
“I love you too,” she blurted out.
“You don’t have to say anything just because I did, baby. I’d rather you really meant it.”
“But I do mean it . . . I love you. God, so much. I’ve been . . . I’ve been worrying.”
“Worrying? About what? Why would you worry about anything when I’m here to do that for you?”
She grinned and shook her head. She knew he totally meant that, but she couldn’t just give up thinking about things, obsessing over them.
“This isn’t something I could give to you to solve.”
“And why not?”
“Because it’s to do with me and my fucked up head and body.”
“Little girl, that’s fifteen.”
Her mouth dropped open. “Daddy! You wanted me to tell you what was going on in my head.”
“Doesn’t mean you get to insult yourself.”
Shoot.
“Don’t you need to get to work, though?”
“I do. But you are more important. And your body and head are not fucked-up. Is this about sex?”
“Sort of. I thought I might feel more at ease with the idea of you touching me, there are times I want you to touch me so badly. I get so turned on. But then, something in my head just stops me from trying to move forward. Like I freeze.”
“I’ve noticed that a few times. But baby girl, I think you’ve come a long way. Did you ever imagine that you’d be able to touch my cock like you do? To take it into your mouth? You don’t hesitate to kiss me or to cuddle up next to me. When I touch your bottom and breasts, you’ve stopped flinching. Be kind to yourself, you’re going to get there. And if you want some extra help, we can find you a therapist.”
“Yeah . . . actually, maybe that would be a good idea.”
“All right.” He gave her such a gentle, kind smile that it had her insides melting. “I’ll ask around, see who people recommend. Okay? No pressure.”
