Page 115 of Big Daddy Christmas
It wasn’t as repulsive as she’d expected it to be, and she found herself tilting her head, trying to get a read on his feelings. But his face was as impassive as ever, giving her no hint as to what was going on inside his head.
“Do you want me to call you Daddy?”
“I want you to use whichever term you’re the most comfortable with.”
“That isn’t what I asked.” Why she was so determined to get the truth from him, she wasn’t sure. But dammit, she wanted to know. “Do you like being called Daddy?”
A hesitation, then the barest hint of his brow furrowing, the first hint of real emotion he’d shown her so far. “Yes.”
Victory.
“Then that’s what I’ll call you.”
Chapter 4
Killian
He wasn’t a man used to feeling off balance. And yet, she had him wobbling, unsure of his next move with a single sentence.
Then that’s what I’ll call you.
Simple. Straightforward. No coy smiles or hint of artifice. She didn’t act at all like a kink virgin despite her claims, and the dichotomy of it was throwing him off his game.
Shaking off the unsettling feeling, he stepped forward, feeling more certain of himself again when she straightened, her eyes widening ever so slightly at his advance.
“If you don’t have any other questions for me, I’m going to kiss you now,” he murmured, tracing a single fingertip along her jaw.
She shivered, and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling. Regardless of how easily she’d knocked him off-kilter, she wasn’t entirely immune to his charms.
Good.
Leaning in, he let his lips hover just over hers, his breath caressing her skin as she sucked in a sharp breath. “Do you have any more questions for me, your highness?”
“No.”
“The correct answer is ‘No, Sir’ or ‘No, Daddy’.”
Another quick little inhale. “Why?”
A brat? Or just curious? For now, he’d give her the benefit of the doubt, since she had told him she was new to all of this. “Because it’s polite. And because you want to be a good girl for me. Don’t you, princess?”
They were still so close he swore he could taste her, and he watched her gaze rake over his face. “What if I don’t? Want to be a good girl, I mean.”
Perhaps she was a brat after all. God, could she possibly be any more perfect?
Taking hold of her face, the tips of his fingers digging ever so slightly into her cheeks, he leaned in, dropping his voice to a low growl. “Then Daddy will have to punish you.”
Oh, she liked that. Her pupils blew just at the mention of it, and another of those delicious little shivers wracked her body.
He let the moment stretch, let her imagination work her into a frenzy—and he could, indeed, see the wheels turning as her eyes shifted back and forth—before he spoke again. “Be a good girl for me, princess,” he murmured against her lips. “I’d much rather reward you than punish you tonight.”
Another interminably long silence, and then—“Yes… Daddy.”
Fuck. Releasing his hold on her face, he slid his hand into her hair, taking hold and yanking her into him, his lips crashing down on hers. A sharp inhale of surprise, and then she surrendered, melting into him with a soft sigh that nearly snapped what little control he had left.
But he forced himself to take his time, to explore her mouth with his, tasting the lingering tartness from the wine he’d poured for her. And as he did, she grew bolder, kissing him back with an unfettered excitement that gripped him in a way the most experienced lover never had.
When he very reluctantly lifted his head, he nearly groaned at the sight of her, all glassy eyes and swollen lips.
