Page 31 of Hell's Kitten

He takes a deep breath, then finally looks at me again. “I don’t do hook-ups. I do relationships. My last one ended badly. I wasn’t a very good…partner.”

“Bullshit,” I snap. “You’ve been amazing to me, and we haven’t even been dating.”

He chews his lip and considers me. “Thank you. But if we try a relationship…that means a specific sort of thing to me. A lifestyle.”

I frown, not quite following. “You mean like living together? We’re already doing that.”

He shakes his head. “You know how you like being called kitten?”

I rest my hands on his chest, feeling the damp material of his Henley. “I had no idea before today how that would make me feel. It’s…like I become someone else when you call me that. And, um, I like being called a good boy, too.”

I blush and duck my head, feeling raw and exposed. But he gently touches his thumb to my chin and encourages me to meet his gaze again. “That’s part of what I love,” he tells me, his voice a low rumble that gives me shivers. “I want you to be my kitten and let me take care of you.”

“Like you have been?”

He lifts one shoulder. “And more,” he admits. That sends butterflies to my belly.More?“I’d also like you to call me something special as well.”

I nod eagerly. If there’s something that makes him feel how I do when he calls me kitten, I’ll do it in a heartbeat.

“I like being called Daddy,” he says quietly.

Heat rushes through me. Of course I’ve heard of Daddies and such, but I’ve never really thought about how that makes me feel.

Nim wants to take care of me. It’s not just what I wanted from Parker, but so much more already, and he says he’s noteven doing it as much as he’d like yet. When he makes me dinner and drapes blankets over me, it’s like I float off and all my troubles melt away. It’s kind of how I feel when I’m in full cat mode and…

Ohh…

Okay. Things are starting to make a bit more sense now. I think all these feelings are kind of interconnected.

This is what Nim wants from a relationship with me. Hell, the fact that he wants a relationship at all is kind of mind-blowing to me. After Parker made me feel so utterly disposable, I thought I was done with men for a long time.

But Nim is offering me something so beautiful and pure I’m practically trembling at the thought of it.

And you know, hot. Really hot. I am not some saint over here. I want a big, strong man to take care of me ineveryway.

Does that mean I want a Daddy?

Does it mean I want Nim to be my Daddy?

I lean in and brush my lips over his. “Call me kitten again,” I murmur.

“Kitten,” he says obediently, kissing me softly.

“Daddy,” I say back, trying it out.

God, it feels so good, so fuckingright.

In a flash, his mouth is devouring mine, and I’m enveloped by his arms. In that moment I sense that despite both our hesitations, this is it. We’re all in now. What I’m feeling is so strong it feels foolish to try and fight it, anyway. I’m caught in the hurricane, and I don’t even want to try and get free.

I’ve been swept up in this madness, and that’s okay with me.

“Need to get you warm, kitten,” he mumbles between kisses.

“Yes, Daddy,” I say, getting more confident.

He groans and before I can blink, he’s picked me up in his arms like I weigh nothing. I’ve still got my jeans on, and he’sfully clothed, but we’re not dripping as much as before as we move through the apartment.

I wish yet again that I’d been conscious that first night when he took me from the sofa to my bed. But now I realize this could be a thing that happens regularly, and my cock is very, very interested in this idea.

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