Blade strokes his fingers over the bald skin. “So soft. What do you think?”
I reach with my good hand to touch myself. “It feels strange.”
He lets me stroke my folds for a few moments before chuckling and removing my wrist. “Naughty girl.” He kisses my fingertips.
I giggle. “I wondered how long you were going to let me touch myself.”
He shakes his head. “As soon as you’re feeling better, I’m so going to spank your naughty bottom.”
I rise onto my elbows. “I can’t wrap my head around that. Why would anyone want their butt spanked?”
“You’ll see. Ask Simone. I bet she gets her bottom spanked regularly.” Blade grabs a bottle of baby lotion, pours some onto his palms, and starts rubbing it into my legs, making his way up. He does my good arm next and then gently works the lotion into my broken arm.
He meets my gaze. “I bet this will keep the itching down. Does it hurt?”
“No. It feels kind of good. I smell like a baby, though.”
“Part of being Little.” He winks at me before wiping his hands off and putting my brace back on. “Too tight?”
“No, but I hate that thing. I want it to be better so I can use my arm again.” I push out my bottom lip in a pout.
“The good part for me is that it gives me six weeks to pamper you to death. By the time the doctor releases you for normal activity, you’ll be so used to me taking care of you that you won’t even want to feed yourself or brush your own teeth.”
“I will be glad when I can wipe my own ass, though.” I narrow my gaze at him.
He drops his hands on either side of my head. “Little girls do not use naughty words like ass. When they do, they get their bottoms swatted.”
I giggle. I can’t help myself. I’ve laughed more in the last two days than in ten years, even though I’ve certainly had enough serious shit going on in my life that no one would expect me to so much as smile.
Between being attacked and beaten, having my arm broken, needing to move out of my apartment, dealing with the possibility that my ex is trying to track me down, and moving into a stranger’s home, it’s a wonder I can find anything remotely humorous.
But with all of that came good things I never guessed would happen to me. This amazing man has swooped in, taken over my life, and shown me more love in a few days than my ex-husband did in three years.
Perhaps love is a premature word, but I feel it bubbling up inside me. I hope it’s not an illusion because I’m falling so hard for Blade that it will seriously hurt if this goes south and we break up.
“Can I have my nightie now?” I ask.
He kisses my nose. “Nope. Potty, teeth, bed. Naked.”
“But, Daddy…” The word slides out of my mouth all by itself. It catches me by surprise. It catches Blade just as unaware. That’s the second time I’ve called him Daddy.
A slow smile spreads across his face. “The sweetest sound in the entire world.”
“What? Me whining?” My cheeks are hot.
He leans over and kisses all over my face.
At first, I giggle, but then his mouth moves lower to my neck and still lower to between my breasts. When he latches onto one of my nipples, I’m not laughing anymore. I’m moaning.
I grip his shoulder with my hand and hold on as I fly out of my body. How does he do this to me? Two days ago, I’d never experienced pleasure that came anywhere close to what this incredible man does to me. Now, it’s on my mind all the time. My body vibrates with the desire to be touched.
Blade releases my nipple with a pop and nibbles a path downward. He plants a chaste kiss on my pussy before lifting his gaze to mine as he wraps the fingers on my good hand in his.
Watching my expression, he brings my fingertips to his lips and then lowers my hand down between my legs. He guides me, stroking my folds with my own fingers.
His voice is husky as he says, “Feel yourself, June. Touch your smooth pussy.”
My breath hitches as I stare into his eyes. I’m not controlling this. He is. He drags my fingers through my folds, gathering my wetness before circling my clit. It’s so erotic.
