Sweet Tooth (Little Cakes, #11)(13)

She giggled. “No. I was teasing about that, though I am pretty quick in my apartment. If I’m not, I run out of hot water.”

“No fear of that here. I have a full water heater all to myself as long as my sisters aren’t visiting.”

Her eyes widened. “Any chance they would drop by uninvited? Do they have keys?”

“They do have keys, but no. They respect my privacy. They would call first.”

She exhaled again. “Good.”

He grabbed her hand and led her into his shower. As soon as he closed the glass door, enveloping them in heat and steam, he let his hands slide down her back. “You are extremely sexy.”

“You aren’t so bad yourself.” She rose onto her tiptoes and boldly kissed him.

He gripped her bottom next, loving the feel of her firm flesh. Unable to continue to resist her, he flattened her to the tile wall, grabbed her hands, and lifted them over her head. Holding both in one of his, he used his other hand to palm her breast.

She moaned delightfully, the sweet sound vibrating against his cock as he pressed it against her belly once more. He wanted her. No denying that. He needed to slow down and control the pace, but first he needed to kiss her again.

He took her mouth with his, angling his head to one side. As he stroked his tongue against hers, he thumbed her stiff nipple. Every inch of him was on fire. His cock was doing a happy dance. The small head had not been informed this development was a possibility. Hell, his big head hadn’t either. Not until she stepped into the bathroom naked.

When he broke the kiss, he was panting. He wanted to look into her eyes while he let his hand slide down her body. After cupping her breast, he smoothed his fingers down toward her pussy, leaning one hip back enough to reach between them.

Even though water was sluicing over them, there was no mistaking the wetness he gathered between her folds. Nor was there any mistaking the way her breath hitched as she rose onto her toes.

“Do you still doubt we might have chemistry?” he asked.

She shook her head. “I never doubted it. I made that up.”

He thrust two fingers into her and rolled his thumb over her clit. “What a naughty girl, fibbing to Daddy.”

She groaned as she ground her body onto his fingers, apparently trying to get more friction. “Are you going to spank me?” she murmured. He wasn’t even sure she knew what she was saying. Her eyes were rolled back.

“Absolutely,” he informed her. “As soon as we get out of this shower in fact.”

She licked her lips and blinked at him, her hips still twisting on his fingers. “Am I in trouble for getting naked without permission?”

He chuckled. “No, but you wanted to have sex to make sure we were compatible in the master bedroom. Along that same line, I think I should get to spank you to make sure we’re compatible in the nursery.” He lifted a brow, continuing to tease her with his thumb and fingers.

Her eyes widened. “You have a nursery?”

“Yep. There’s not much in there yet. Just the basics. Until yesterday I didn’t know what my Little girl’s favorite color was or that she liked hippo stuffies.”

Her head rolled back, and she licked her lips and murmured, “Do all Daddies have nurseries?”

“I don’t know about all of them, but I suspect a lot do.” He added a finger to her tight channel, loving the way she was struggling to talk to him while he tormented her.

She swallowed and lowered her glazed eyes to his. “Maybe after we test my concerns in your bedroom, we can test your concerns in that nursery.”

He nearly came. He needed to get control of this situation before his Little girl decided she was in charge. “Or maybe you can let Daddy decide both of those things.” He lifted a brow.

She whimpered. “Sorry, Daddy.”

He thrust his fingers harder and deeper, rubbing her clit faster, watching her expression as she grew closer to orgasm. “Come for me, Bunny. Come on Daddy’s fingers. I want to watch you.”

Her breath hitched right before her body shuddered with her orgasm. If there had been any doubt in the world she was his, it vanished. He still needed to get the upper hand here though. It was possible she was testing him. She’d commented on his age yesterday. It was possible she didn’t trust him to be as firm with her as she needed. She would find out otherwise.

With his fingers still inside her and his thumb circling her clit as she continued to pant and tremble, he set his lips on her ear. “I think that proves we’re compatible in the bedroom. I could turn you around and spank you right here. We don’t need to go to the nursery for that.”

She shuddered, her whimpers telling him she was feeling a bit less bossy. Her legs were wobbly too. She was at least temporarily sated from the orgasm.

“How about if you let Daddy wash you and then let Daddy decide what happens next?”

“Yes, Sir,” she murmured.

“Good girl.” He picked up the shampoo first. He wasn’t sure if she’d intended to wash her hair tonight, but it was dripping wet now, so there was no other choice. Lucky for her, his shampoo wasn’t overly masculine.

“Lean against Daddy while I wash your hair, Bunny.”

She wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned her cheek against his chest.

He loved the feel of her pressed against him. He could definitely get used to this. Even though he hadn’t intended to shower with her or have sex with her tonight, now that he had her naked in his arms, he didn’t like the idea of her ever showering alone again.