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No. That wasn’t Abbie. She wasn’t so shallow she’d think badly of him for his tiny, dated house. She’d say some wild thing only she could come up with, and plop her little ass on his sofa while he finished dinner.
He hoped.
Was this how she felt last night? This nervous?
He grabbed the steaks from the fridge and set them on the counter. He was grilling them and some asparagus for dinner. Maybe he was trying to impress her. Okay, yeah, he was definitely trying to impress her.
He wasn’t a great cook, but he knew he could grill a damn good steak.
A hesitant knock came from his door and his spine snapped straight. Glancing at the clock, he took a deep breath. She was here earlier than he’d anticipated.
Making his way to the door, he wavered for only a split second before opening it. She stared up at him with wide eyes, a lime green backpack strapped to her shoulders. She wore a light blue crop top with clouds all over it, and plain black leggings with sneakers.
She looked fucking adorable.
“Hi,” she said shyly, her hands twisting on the straps.
“Hey, pretty girl. Come in.” Stepping to the side, he sucked in a sharp breath as she walked past him, brushing her arm against his chest. If she noticed, she didn’t make it obvious.
Her sweet scent lingered around him, invading every one of his senses and making him fucking stupid. He could barely think past the vanilla shoving its way up his nose. She was imprinting herself on him, and he was gladly welcoming it.
Slowly, he shut and locked the door behind her, carefully gauging her reaction as she looked around. She bounced on the balls of her feet, her head gradually twisting from one side to the other as she scanned the open layout kitchen, dining, and living room.
“Know it’s not much,” he grunted, and her shoulders bunched like he’d startled her.
“It’s so cute,” she muttered. He stared at the back of her head, unsure of what to say. No one had ever called his place cute before. “I think you need a few more pictures on the walls, though.”
“How about you draw me some?”
She turned toward him, her eyes wide. “You’d really hang up my art?”
“Course I would, baby.” He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her to him, placing a kiss to her forehead. Her head fell further back, her eyelids hooded as she looked up at him.
Fuck, she was so sweet looking. So innocent.
He wanted to corrupt her. Wanted to keep her innocent. Wanted to do so many depraved things, she’d never be the same. But he also wanted to wrap her up and protect her.
Love her.
Lowering his mouth to hers, he kissed her hard and hot, his hand sliding into her dark hair. He used it to control her, to angle her head exactly where he wanted it and keep her there. He loved the way she seemed to melt for him when he took control; the way her body seemed to know she already belonged to him, that he was her owner.
His tongue ran along the seam of her lips, and she eagerly opened for him, moaning into his mouth. He wanted to praise her, tell her she was being such a good girl for him while he tasted her, but he didn’t want to take his lips off hers. Didn’t want to ever stop kissing her.
But then she gasped for a breath, and he eased back a bit. He needed to remind himself she was inexperienced and not used to a guy like him.
Sure, she wanted a Daddy, but he needed control. Complete control. In the bedroom, he needed to know she’d do anything he told her. That she’d obey him without question. But she was so young, and a virgin, he didn’t want to terrify her.
Could she handle him? Could she handle the control he craved so deeply, in and out of their bedroom? Would she let him pick out her clothes, brush her hair, bathe her? Would she obey him?
Part of him knew she wouldn’t, not without some sass. And he was beginning to want that sass, the little fire she had burning within.
Pulling away, she sighed dreamily, her eyes glazed. “Hi,” she breathed, and he huffed out a laugh.
“You said that already.” He placed another gentle kiss on her forehead.
“Yeah, but that felt like a better greeting than before.”
A grin spread as he shook his head, giving her a final squeeze before taking a step away, letting his hand trail down her arm to her hand. “Come on, pretty girl. I’ll show you where you can put your stuff. Did you bring everything you need? I have an extra toothbrush?—”
