Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
“Eyes on me, Little girl,” he ordered, holding her gaze with his. Looking into those gorgeous blue eyes, he growled, “Come now, Zara.”
“Yes!” she screamed into the room, never looking away as her body clamped around him.
The intimacy of the moment etched itself into Kestrel’s heart as he relaxed his iron-clad control to empty himself into her. Cupping the back of her head, he kissed her hard, staking his claim for all time.
She slumped against him, allowing Kestrel to support her. He held her tightly, pressing kisses to her face and shoulders as their bodies calmed. When she nestled—her breath settling into a regular pattern—he lowered them back to the mattress. Still deep inside her, Kestrel held Zara close on the narrow bed as she drifted back to sleep—this time, rested and nourished.
Chapter Twenty-One
Heat surrounded her. Zara snuggled a bit closer to the warming source as she blinked her eyes open. A brown stubble appeared. Tilting her head back a touch, she saw Kestrel’s chiseled jaw and his beautiful lips. Zara licked hers, remembering just how talented he was with his mouth. She’d actually sat on his face!
Nothing was taboo with her Daddy. He loved her completely, and he intended to love all of her completely. That was super arousing and challenging. His dominance drew her like a moth to a flame. It felt dangerous.
And I like it.
Her lips curved into a smile at that thought. Zara dawdled lazily in bed, hoping Kestrel wouldn’t wake up. She didn’t want to disturb him, and cuddling next to his powerful body was definitely not a burden.
Her bladder wouldn’t tolerate her laziness long. Fearful of losing control, Zara eased herself away from him and fled to the bathroom, pausing briefly to close the bedroom door. In a flash, she accomplished her mission and washed her face and hands. Not wanting to wake her Daddy, she grabbed a washcloth and cleaned up at the sink.
Kestrel had made space for her big-girl clothes in his closet and had even given her drawer space to unpack. After pulling a drawer open, she grabbed a pair of panties and a bra. Donning them quickly, she found a pair of jeans and a T-shirt in his closet.
Dressed, she hesitated.
What should she do now? Stay in their apartment? Go into the common area to avoid waking Kestrel up? She really wanted to go downstairs and immerse herself in the research Celeste was conducting. Doing that by herself didn’t seem smart.
“You’re very overdressed, Little girl,” a sleepy voice observed from the doorway into the playroom.
“Daddy! I didn’t want to wake you up.” She studied his form, dressed only in low-riding jeans. His chiseled body looked scrumptious, and Zara had a flashback to their lovemaking last night.
“I like whatever thought just flitted through your mind. Next time, wake me up, Little Swan. I would’ve worried about you if I’d found you missing when I woke up.”
“I was going to leave a note,” she suggested.
“Next time, wake me up,” he responded sternly.
“Yes, Daddy,” she answered.
“Good girl. Come give me a kiss.”
Zara flew across the room to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. Closing her eyes, she puckered her lips and waited. When seconds passed by with no touch of his mouth on hers, she peeked with one eye.
“Give me a kiss, Little girl,” he repeated.
“Oh!” Feeling her face heat with embarrassment that she had misunderstood, Zara rose onto her tiptoes to press her lips to his. She put all her emotions into her kiss, wanting him to know how deeply she felt for him. He tugged her closer as he responded to her. By the time she dropped down from her toes, they were both breathing heavily.
“Thank you for the kiss, Zara. That’s the way I always want to start my day. Now, I have to shower before work, but would you like to go downstairs to the lab?”
“Yes, please.”
“Do you need to clean up?” he asked.
This time, her heated face was an inferno. Her gaze dropped to the floor, and she admitted, “I already took a sponge bath.”
He lifted her chin until he could look into her eyes. “It’s okay to be messy at times. Daddy’s the one who got you that way,” he reminded her.
“Daddy!” she protested, squirming in front of him.
“And you know what?”
“What?”
“I plan to do it again and again.”
“Promise?” she asked, feeling her embarrassment pushed away by the allure of his future lovemaking.
“I promise.” His slow wink went straight to her heart. “I love you, Little girl.”
“I love you, Daddy. Can I come shower with you?”
“Of course. We don’t have time to play this morning, but I’ll make it up to you.”
“Yes, please, Daddy.” She batted her eyelashes at him provocatively.
“You’re going to kill me,” he said before visibly forcing himself to step back. Offering his hand, Kestrel led her into the bathroom.