God, would she ever. She squirmed again, pressing her thighs together as her clit throbbed. It seemed like he knew exactly what to say to her to push her arousal higher.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“You know what, baby? I think you were made for me. My perfect little angel sent from heaven. Dirty and hot. Sweet and playful. Hmm? Don’t you think?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she cried out and he moved his finger against her clit.
Oh thank God. That felt so good. Yet it still wasn’t enough. Because she wanted to feel his finger against the tight nub. Wanted to feel it rubbing back and forth along her slick lips.
She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She’d gone from zero to a hundred. From having no one other than the characters in her stories, to having a gorgeous, sexy, dirty-talking cowboy. One who wasn’t afraid to act silly to make her laugh, but could switch on his rough, dominant voice and turn her into a pile of goo in two seconds flat.
It was insane. Maybe she should take a moment to breathe. To think. But then, where had thinking gotten her? She’d spent her life overthinking.
This was the time to live. If he ever left her—and that worry was still at the back of her mind despite his reassurances that he wouldn’t—at least she’d have these memories.
“Tell me, Mari-girl. What would you like me to do? Do you want me to help you relax? Or remove my finger and behave myself? I should warn you, though. I’ve never been good at behaving myself.”
“I can tell,” she said dryly.
“You’re not very good at that either. Too bad for you, when you misbehave, you end up with a red bottom.”
She whimpered. Those words, they just did something to her. She’d had an obsession with spanking for so long. The more she read, the more she desired that sort of relationship. And now to have found someone who would be willing to discipline her when needed. To fuck her like she desired. And to treat her like a treasured little princess. Or a queen.
Damn. It was like a fairytale come to life.
“Mari-girl?”
“I want you to help me relax,” she burst out.
“Good girl for telling me what you need. I want you to know that you can always come to me with what you need. I might not always grant it, although I am a rather indulgent Daddy, so barring anything that might endanger you, I’m thinking there is little I would deny you.”
Oh boy.
“I feel especially indulgent when my good little girl does exactly as I tell her to. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I want you to stand up and take your pants and your sweater off. You can leave your T-shirt and panties on.”
Thank goodness for that.
“I know you’re probably still feeling quite shy and I’m not going to push you to show me all of you. Yet. Be warned though, that will come.”
He helped her stand, holding onto her hand until she was steady. With hands that shook from anticipation and arousal, she pulled off her sweater. Then she reached for the button of her pants.
“Slowly,” he told her. “That’s it. Good girl. Let them drop. Okay, now turn around and bend over to pick them up. Show me that delicious ass of yours. Baby, that is a beautiful sight.”
Marisol could feel herself blushing at the heat in his voice. But she could hear how turned on he was. Aroused by her. It filled her with a confidence she’d very rarely felt and she bent to grab her pants, folding them and placing them with her sweater on the couch.
“Come here, Mari-girl.” He held out his hand and helped her sit back in the same position, with her back to his front.
She was grateful for this position, she wasn’t sure she could look at him while he . . . while he touched her.
Holy. Shit.
Lincoln Johnson. The gorgeous, funny foreman of Sanctuary Ranch was going to touch her. Was this really happening? She was afraid to pinch herself and wake up.
“Spread your legs apart and put them on either side of mine.”