Page 32 of Daddy's Little Charmer
“Is everything okay?” she asked timidly.
Christian mentally shook himself. “Yes, Sweetheart. I’m sorry,” he said and took the steps needed to stand in front of her. He cupped her face with his hands. “You just get more beautiful every time I see you.”
Harmony felt the heat of a blush overtake her complexion as she looked up at him through her lashes.
Christian bent and placed a small kiss on her lips. “I’m going to shower. Go and get in bed, and I’ll be right in.”
Harmony watched the door close behind him before she climbed onto the mattress. She pulled the blanket over her and then lay on her side, facing the bathroom. She sighed as her body sank into the most comfortable bed she’d ever slept on. It cradled her body but had a firmness that kept it from being too soft. Her eyes started to droop immediately.
Within a few minutes, Christian came out of the bathroom with a blue towel wrapped around his hips. He made his way behind another door she assumed was the closet and came out wearing silky black sleep pants. He crossed the room to turn off the fireplace and the light by the sofa.
She had gotten a glimpse of his muscular back, but her breath caught in her throat when she saw his well-developed chest. Every muscle was well defined. His skin had a darker tint to it, but it looked like a natural part of his skin tone, not from a tan. She wondered if he came from a South American/Mexican mother or father, or maybe a grandparent.
Christian stood beside the bed, started to take off his watch, and let her look him over. Every second that passed, he got a little harder and more uncomfortable. He smiled when her eyes finally fell on his face, and a dark blush covered her complexion when she realized he was watching her stare.
“You’re beautiful,” Harmony said, and then bit her lip when she realized she said it out loud.
Christian huffed out a laugh, turned off the light, andslid into bed beside her. He slipped an arm under her neck and pulled her against his side, but kept her on her back so he could reach her lips. He kissed the top of her head, tilted her head back with a finger under her chin, and then pressed his mouth against hers. He nibbled and licked until they were both breathing heavily.
Christian lifted his head and bit back a groan at the desire-filled look on her face. He pressed her head against his shoulder.
“Let’s go to sleep while I still have a bit of strength.”
Harmony moved around until she was comfortable. She laid her hand on his chest and sighed.
He was slowly going mad because of the way she was petting his chest, the feel of her full breasts as they pressed against his side, and the silkiness of her skin as she slid a leg over his.
“Baby, if you don’t stop, I will take you. Do you understand?”
Harmony closed her hand into a fist. She hadn’t realized she’d been playing with the small patch of hair in the middle of his chest.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured and peeked up at him to see if he was angry. She relaxed again when he just smiled and kissed her forehead.
“Good night, Sweetheart.”
“Good night, Christian.”
Chapter Eleven
The next day, Harmony looked out the window as Christian drove slowly down the street in an older model truck with dents and rust around the wheel wells. He hadn’t wanted to bring any attention to them, and they borrowed the truck so they wouldn’t stand out. She gripped Christian’s hand as nerves leapt in her stomach.
It was amazing that being away for just a day changed her outlook on the neighborhood. She was glad to be getting Theresa and Mrs. Owens out.
“Christian, stop, I see Sunny.”
Christian held her back from running.
“Easy. She sees us. We have to make it look like just another normal day.”
Harmony nodded and waited for Christian to come around and open her door. She grabbed the sack before he helped her down.
“Hey, girl. I never thought I’d see you again.” Sunny chuckled.
Harmony could detect the sadness the other woman tried to hide. “Of course, we’re friends, right?”
“You betcha.” Sunny nodded to Christian before she turned her attention to Harmony.
Harmony caught sight of Sunny’s pimp as he stood against the building and watched them. He was a dirty white man who always had greasy hair, brown teeth, and smelled like body odor. Sunny was the only prostitute he had left. The others had run from him as soon as they were able.
