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A heat dares to come over my cheeks and I shrug, clearing my throat. “I don’t think my dad would quite like if everyone at this party saw my goodies.”
The weight of his hand on the base of my neck makes me shudder as he says, “I think Daddy wouldn’t mind everyone seeing what they can’t have. Because she is his.”
I bite the inside of my cheek as my insides flutter and pulse. It shouldn’t be so hot to play into this daddy/daughter taboo. But with him, I want to fan the flames just as high as they can go before they consume us both.
“So, can I ask you a Hannah and Dietrich sort of question, Daddy?” I know I’m not supposed to know anything about him, but we are playing our parts, so he can lie if he so chooses. He nods, so I continue. “Do you live here in Vegas? I heard Uncle Greg say something about you flying in the other day.”
“I live everywhere. And nowhere. No roots. I am not sure I’ve found a place to call home yet.”
It stirs something sad deep inside and I want to do something to make him feel better. Nurture him, give him something that feels like home.
But as I open my mouth, I realize I don’t think I really have somewhere I feel is like home myself. I have Brigid, she feels like home. And all my rescue animals. But the structure where we live? Not so much.
“I hope you find it soon,” I tell him, pulling my lips into a line.
“I think it’s closer than ever before.”
My heart flutters and I beat back the notion of romantic and real-life things to come for us.
With cheeks bright red, I turn my attention to the vast green lawn. There are spherical lights strategically placed along the paths and shrubbery, with draped cloth and ribbon acting as guides to keep people off the grass. And the lake has lights floating along the surface. It’s gorgeous, especially with the backdrop of a clear night sky and the tips of the Red Rock mountains in the distance. We are too close to the city for there to be many stars, the bright lights of casinos and entertainment venues blocking out all but the brightest specks in the night sky.
“Margaret did a great job planning the party,” I comment as we stroll along.
“I suppose if she does anything well, it’s set a mood,” he quips.
“Oh?” My jealousy sparks, no matter how I try to push it down. “Have some personal experience of hermoodsetting?”
“Would that be a problem, little one?” he coos, his fingers daring to sift through the loose strands of my hair at the nape of my neck.
“Maybe,” I mumble.
“Are you envious of women in Daddy’s life?”
My body temperature continues to rise as our taboo play returns.
“Doesn’t every little girl want to be the only woman in Daddy’s life?”
A smile creeps across his sexy lips and melts me. The moon catches on the gray in his hair making it flicker with silver light. “Then it shall be so,” he grumbles, putting his hand to his chest. “I swear it, baby. You are the only woman in my life.”
Dietrich offers me his hand, as we reach the gazebo next to the lake. I let him steady me as I step up onto the wooden structure. His hands loop around my waist as he spins me to face him. And when he pulls me close, I feel the thick erection throbbing against my hip as we start to sway to the music wafting out of the estate.
A smattering of other guests walk the grounds as well, darting glances our way, but none seem intent on joining us. Thank God.
I melt against Dietrich and follow his lead without question.
The way he’s staring into my eyes makes me question everything I’ve ever known about men, courting and love. All my life, with no better example than my own parents, I thought relationships were just hard work with no reward. They take blood, sweat, and tears to even look like they’re functioning properly. Even on your best day, they can find ways to make you want to choke the life out of them.
And yet, in the reflections of Dietrich’s eyes, I know with him it would be as easy as breathing.
Hold onto yourself there, Hannah. Remember you are bothactingand you are getting lost in it all.
A fly buzzes around Dietrich’s head and his demeanor turns hard as one of his hands darts out, grabbing the fly then smashing it against one of the wooden posts. “Sorry, I hate flies.”
“I see. Anything about them in particular? They’re annoying but you seem to have a particular vengeance when it comes to them.”
“It’s nothing. Ugly past memory.”
There’s a ripple in his cool mask and suddenly I see him as a little boy. He’s got a past and I’m betting there’s a whole lotta darkness there.
