Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
“Daddy,” he suggested. “Second rule, we tell each other the whole truth.”
Colt reached for the hem of her shirt and Harper crossed her arms. “Always? Like, no little white lies to make each other feel good?”
“The whole truth. If you don’t like my haircut, I need to know so I change it,” Colt explained.
That made perfect sense to Harper. She looked around the room, wishing she could pull the blinds. No one could look inside through the secluded back windows. It was just so light. He’d see all her flaws.
Tugging gently at the bottom of her shirt, Colt said, “Little girl, at some point you’ll need to be naked. I can’t make love to you in this T-shirt.”
“You could,” she suggested.
“Not going to happen. Haven’t you figured out that I love all your curves? I can’t wait to caress you. What you’re embarrassed by, I’m turned on to see.”
“You’re in such good shape…”
“If you were all muscles and angles, we’d hurt each other, Harper.” He released her shirt to run his hands up her sides and back down. “Hard combined with sweetly padded sounds like an incredible combination.”
His hands returned to the bottom of her shirt and pulled upward. This time, she released her arms and lifted them over her head as she repeated sweetly padded in her mind. When it cleared her head, Harper watched his face to judge his reaction.
“Damn, Little girl.” Colt’s hands swept over her, admiring and enjoying every inch of her exposed skin before tracing the swell of her breasts that bulged slightly over the plain cotton bra. “My imagination had you at incredible, but you’re way past that. Maybe spectacular?”
“You’re making fun of me,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Have I ever said anything to you I didn’t mean?”
Harper paused and searched for something as proof to the contrary, but there was nothing. Finally, she admitted, “No.”
“Then put your arms down. Little girls don’t hide in front of their Daddies.”
Slowly, she lowered her arms and watched Colt’s face as he studied her curves. His face looked tense. Her nervousness evaporated as Colt reached between them to adjust the erection tenting the heavy material of his jeans.
“Damn,” he hissed and drew her forward to exchange a scorching kiss that left them both breathing heavily.
She whispered, “It’s my turn, Daddy,” to break the sexual tension between them. Harper swallowed hard and gathered her courage.
“I’d like to know that this is a long-term relationship. You’re not going to change your mind on a whim.”
“I think that’s a given. Neither you nor I chose to settle for something less. We’ve both waited until the time was right,” he pointed out, unbuckling his belt and pulling it from his jeans.
The look of the leather in his hands made her heart leap into her throat. Her gaze focused with laser precision as he wrapped it around his fist. Automatically, she tightened her thighs, not processing that in this position, he would know how that act turned her on.
“It looks like we’ll have to experiment with different spanking implements,” he observed. His words drew her attention away from the leather strap.
“No, Daddy,” she protested before quickly adding to distract him, “It’s your turn.”
“You only think positive thoughts about yourself,” he announced. “I want you to look at yourself through my eyes.”
“I don’t think badly about myself. I’m just realistic,” she countered.
“I don’t believe that is true. For me, you’ve always been a mixture of sweet angel and a devilishly tempting body. How would you describe yourself?”
“We need to get you glasses,” she observed quickly to avoid arguing with him.
“I have perfect vision. Say one thing nice about yourself,” he challenged.
“I’m good with kids. They don’t care when they’re little if you’ve never memorized all fifty states.”
“And your appearance? What’s one thing you like about yourself?”
Seconds ticked by as she tried to come up with something to share. Finally, she answered, “I have nice lips. The lady at the beauty store complimented me.”
“I agree. You have very kissable lips.” Colt drew her in and traced the outline of her mouth with soft kisses that made her wish for so much more.
When her lips parted, asking for more, he dipped his tongue inside to taste her. Harper pulled back slightly when she felt his fingers trace along the band of her bra to the back closure.
“Um…” She didn’t know what to say.
Colt lifted his hips slightly to press his cock against her soft mound. “Feel my reaction to what I see. I can’t fake this, Little girl. I think we’ve waited too long to waste a minute more. Let me see you, Angel.”
Swallowing hard, she pulled the straps down her shoulders for him. He was right. She couldn’t let her fear stand in their way. That didn’t keep her from holding her breath as he fumbled with the hooks. He really hadn’t done this—or at least not often enough to be adept at it.