Like she hadn’t gotten it already.
“Outside these walls, you can call me Linc. If that’s what you want.”
He strode towards his bedroom and set her down on his bed. She’d peeked in here earlier. It was neat as a pin. A king-sized bed with a wooden slat headboard. Plain, dark-blue cover. Two wooden nightstands and one dresser.
“There’s two spare drawers in the dresser for you. Your side of the bed is the one closest to the wall.” He pointed at her side of the bed. “It’s safer for you.”
Mr. Protective strikes again. It filled her with warmth. He was so caring.
“There’s plenty of room in the closet, once we get you some more clothes.”
“Okay,” she said, her mind spinning.
He crouched down, his hands on her thighs. She had them pressed together to keep herself somewhat covered.
“I know this is a lot to take in. But I’m here to help, all right? Whatever you need, you only have to ask.”
“All right,” she whispered.
“Good girl. Do you want to shower on your own or do you want Daddy to bathe you?”
She swallowed hard. Her legs definitely felt like jelly. But she wasn’t sure if she was ready for him to see her completely naked.
“I know I’ve pushed you a lot tonight, so I’m giving you the choice. But soon, I’m going to see all of you. There won’t be a part of you that I haven’t kissed, touched, studied.”
Her breath hitched. Jesus. She couldn’t be turned on again, could she? Her gaze went lower to the bulge in his jeans. “Do you want me to help you with that?”
Oh no. Did she just say that? What was she going to do? She knew nothing about cocks.
All right. That’s not entirely true. You know what you’ve read in books. You could use that as an instructional manual, right?
She just needed to reread all those scenes with blow jobs. Damn, she wished she had her eReader. But maybe she could find some free books to download onto her new phone.
“Did I lose you, Mari-girl?”
“What? No! Sorry.” She knew she was bright red.
He grinned. It was a wicked grin that made his eyes dance. She braced herself for what was about to come out of his mouth.
“Did you just offer to give me a blow job?”
“What? I-I-I . . . what?”
He waited patiently for her to finish stumbling over her words.
“I think so,” she said lamely.
He threw back his head and laughed. “Well, when you know so, then you can give me one. What you can do is part your legs and let me have a small taste of your pussy before I go take care of this.”
Her eyes widened. He wanted to taste her? Wait. He was going to take care of things himself?
Holy shit was her first thought.
Ca
n I watch? was her second.
Jeez, Marisol. When did you become a voyeur?