“I’m not Little like Layla or Amelia, though.”
He nibbles behind my ear for a few moments before licking the lobe. “The age you prefer to play at does not matter to me, Baby girl.”
“Why did you start calling me Baby?”
“Mmm. I guess it feels more intimate to me. Anyone can be a Little girl. But Baby girl feels deeper.”
I see his point, but… “Younger?”
“Maybe. We’ll try out different things and see what you like.”
“Are we going to try bottles, diapers, and pacifiers?”
“Yes. And if you don’t like being that young, we’ll abandon that idea, okay?”
“I guess.”
“I know trying new things is scary, but be open minded for me, Baby girl.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
“I love the sound of that.”
“How do you feel about blue hair?” I ask.
He chuckles. “I love your blue hair. I won’t change your personal style, Sophia. You’ve had blue hair since I met you. It caught my attention and held it. I’m not sure I’d even recognize you without it.”
I sigh. He really has an answer for everything.
“Time to sleep, Baby girl.”
“Naked.”
“Yep.”
“With you touching me.”
“Yep.” He chuckles. I’d do or say anything to keep him chuckling.
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, closing my eyes. I’m not sure my brain is going to let me settle, but I’ll try. I’ll be exhausted tomorrow if I don’t get some sleep.
Chapter Seven
I’m too warm. Why is my house so hot? Did the AC break down in the night?
And something is touching me. Holding me down…
I jerk my eyes open, gasping.
“Don’t panic, Baby girl. You’re with Daddy.”
My memory floods back in, and I turn in the strong arms holding me to face Tate. Judging by the light coming in around my shades it’s early morning. “You’re still here.”
He gives me a sexy smile. “Of course I’m still here. Where else would I be?”
“Not real?”
He kisses my lips gently. “I’m real.” His hand comes to my hair, and he threads his fingers in it, angling my head to one side so he can kiss me deeper.
