Page 22 of Zale's Little Girl
“What happens if you lose control?” she asked, holding her breath.
“Pippa, are you asking for what I think you’re hinting at? I don’t want to rush your decision to make love for the first time. You need to be ready.”
She lowered her mouth to his once again and kissed him deeply. He tasted like warm spice. His tongue explored her mouth, tempting and tantalizing her. The earthy scent of his skin created a primitive need inside her. All her senses were on overload—and she wanted more.
Pippa breathed a bit harder when she lifted her head a scant distance. Allowing her lips to brush against his as she spoke, Pippa whispered, “Daddy, make love to me. I need you.”
Zale closed the distance between them and claimed her lips. This time, the intensity of his kiss sizzled inside her all the way to her toes.How many women has this man kissed to have such skills?Pippa forced that thought from her mind. He was completely focused on her.
“Stop thinking, kitten.”
How did he know? “Okay,” she promised and then exclaimed, “Oh!” as Zale shifted her gently to sit on the floor as he sat up.
Rising smoothly to his feet, he slid an arm under her legs and picked her up. Carrying her, Zale turned and headed for the hall.
“Where are we going?”
“I’m not going to make love to you smelling like a training mission,” he declared as he turned into the main bedroom and proceeded into his large bathroom. He cranked on the water. “You’re going to have to take a shower with me, little girl. First, call me Daddy again. I need to hear it.”
“Daddy?” she repeated.
A wide smile spread his lips. “That’s my girl.”
Zale reached over his head to grab a handful of his T-shirt and yanked it over his head. She’d seen his chest before, but doubted the thrill of seeing him would never fade. He yanked the fasteners of his fatigues apart, allowing the waistband to fall open. Her eyes traced a path down his chest to the top of his sagging pants as he toed off his boots.
Damn.
“Now, I get to unwrap the best present I found under a tree.”
She couldn’t help but laugh at the thought that him finding her hiding in the woods was like a Christmas present. Her giggles stopped as he stepped closer to cup her shoulders. Their gazes fused together.
“Are you sure this is what you want?”
Pippa nodded as her cheeks heated. “Yes, please.”
“So polite,” he complimented. “You can tell me to stop at any time, okay?”
“Okay,” she whispered.
“Are you on any type of birth control?”
“No. I’ve never…” Her voice trailed away.
“Then I’ll protect you now. We’ll decide down the road if we want to use something else.” He leaned down to kiss her. All the worries about testing and experience ebbed away. She could only concentrate on him.
Cool air brushed over her back as he lifted her blouse. His hands caressed the skin he exposed as he raised the material. A wordless sound slipped from her lips in protest when he ended the kiss to move back slightly to remove her top.
“I know, kitten. I want more kisses, too. You’re wearing too many clothes.”
Pippa stretched her arms behind her to unfasten her new bra, but Zale captured her hands in one of his, stopping her.
“Daddy gets to unwrap his present.”
It took her a second to process that statement. She was his gift. Liking that idea, Pippa nodded and moved her hands to his broad chest to explore. He unhooked the back closure of the garment and slid the shoulder straps down her arms.
She shivered as his fingers trailed over the sensitive skin of the sides of her breasts. He drew the edge of the cups down and her nipples tightened harder than ever before.
“Drop your arms, kitten,” he requested huskily.
