Chapter 7
Razor hadn’t enjoyed a day as much in years. Maybe ever. He didn’t want it to end.
“Would you like to come home with me for dinner, Honey?” he asked as he boosted her into the passenger seat after their class.
“Dinner? I don’t think I could eat anything.”
“Then, we’ll watch a movie and have some popcorn,” he suggested.
She was quiet as he buckled her seatbelt. When she hadn’t answered by the time he finished, Razor asked, “What’s going on, Honey? Have I scared you off?”
“Oh, no!” she blurted quickly. She hesitated, biting her lip. “I’m exhausted. I’ve already done more this weekend with you than I ever do. Would you take me back to my place? I’m so sorry.”
“I don’t want you to apologize to me again, Little girl. I should have considered that your weekend was your opportunity to recharge. Let’s get you back so you can take it easy.”
He kissed her forehead to reassure her before stepping back to close her door and run around to the driver’s side.
Razor linked his fingers with hers on the way home, needing to touch her.
Deliberately keeping their conversation light and cheery, he chastised himself for not picking up on the signals.
When they reached her house, Razor carried her to the doorstep.
“I can walk, Razor,” she assured him as she unlocked the deadbolt. “It’s okay. I recover fully with some rest.”
Sweeping her back into his arms, Razor walked through her house to set her feet down on the tile in the middle of the bathroom floor and said, “Potty.”
Honey stared at him in horror. “I can’t go with you standing here.”
“Of course you can, but I’ll wait outside.”
When she finished, he whisked her into the bedroom and stood her next to the mattress. “I usually make my bed, but I was in a hurry this morning.”
“I’m glad you could go out for breakfast with me. That’s more important than straightening the covers. Let’s get you undressed and tucked under the covers.”
“I can stretch out in my jeans,” she rushed to assure him.
“Not happening.” Razor lowered himself smoothly to kneel on the carpet. He quickly unfastened her shoes. “Put your hands on my shoulders to balance.”
She lifted each foot when directed, and he slipped her shoes and socks off.
Razor could almost feel her fatigue as she slowly followed his directions.
Honey clung to him, visibly struggling to stay upright.
She didn’t seem to process that he was helping her take off her clothes until he pulled down her pants.
“I can get undressed,” she protested.
“Already done.” Razor stood and wrapped his hands around her waist. He boosted her to sit on the mattress and tugged the jeans over her ankles. “Shirt and bra so you can relax.”
“What?” Before she could even get the word out, Razor raised her top over her head and unfastened her bra. He added both to the neat pile on the chest at the bottom of her bed before handing her the well-loved stuffie on her pillow.
Honey hugged the bee to her breasts, hiding herself. She should be embarrassed, but she was so grateful for his help. He didn’t seem like he’d even noticed she was naked except for her panties. In the back of her mind, she hoped he would when she had more energy.
She stretched out on her pillow and allowed him to tuck her in. “Thank you, Razor. I’m sorry I’m such a bother.”
“If you apologize again for being human, I will spank your bottom. Now, do you have a pacifier you like to snooze with?”
She shook her head silently.
“Then, I’ll order some while you sleep. Do you have any allergies, Little girl?”
“No. Why?”
“Just checking. Close your eyes. It’s time for Little girls to take a nap.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to please him.
“Good girl.”
With everything shrouded behind her eyelids, Honey felt brave enough to say, “I’m sorry you had to see me naked.” She held her breath, waiting to see how he would answer.
“I’m not.”
Honey peeked up at him and watched Razor adjust his thick shaft inside his jeans. A thrill zipped through her. He had enjoyed what he’d seen.
“Close those eyes. Next time, I’ll look and taste,” he assured her.
Razor’s warm lips touched hers softly. “Sleep tight, sweetheart.” She tumbled into slumber, not even hearing the bedroom door click closed.
Waking up in the middle of a dream about lasagna made Honey squeeze her eyes shut. She’d raised the fork to her mouth to savor the first taste when a small sound disturbed her.
“Hey, Little girl. Are you ready for dinner?”
She twisted toward the door to stare at the handsome man framed in the doorway. “Razor?”
“I hope no one else is here cooking you dinner regularly,” he said with a smile, walking toward her. “No, I take that back. I’d love to know you have a meal service that keeps you fed.”
“What? A meal service?” she repeated groggily, trying to follow his meaning.
“Sorry, sweetheart. That was a lot to take in when you’re sleepy.” Razor sat on the bed before stretching out behind her, drawing Honey to his chest. He pressed a kiss on her hair and began stroking his hand gently over her back to soothe her.
Melting into his warmth, Honey relaxed against him. Being in his arms was heavenly. “I hate waking up,” she admitted. “That’s why I don’t sleep during the day.”
“Naps are important for Little girls,” Razor stated firmly, before saying, “Thank you for telling me. I’ll work on gentle ways to help you.”
“Okay.” That earned her another kiss.
As the sleepiness cleared from her brain, his words registered. “Are you going to be around to make me rest?”
“Yes.”
His simple answer underlined his intention to be in her life more than any earth-shattering vow. Honey tilted her head to meet his gaze. “What’s going on here, Razor?”
“Are you asking what my intentions are?” he asked.
She loved how the corners of his mouth curled up in a delighted smile. He is so handsome. Honey forced herself to concentrate and not get distracted. “Yes.”
“I intend to show you I’m the Daddy you want and need.”
She squashed the instant excitement that flared inside her heart and mind, trying to avoid getting hurt. “How are you going to do that?”
“I’m going to stick around and prove to you I can be counted on for fun times and challenging ones. But first, how about if we explore the benefits of taking a nap?”
She looked at him in confusion. “The benefits?”
“How’s your exhaustion?”
“Better,” she admitted, shrugging. She always recovered after resting. The aftermath of sleeping in the middle of the day caused her to avoid them. The haze of dozing hung over for hours, making it hard to fall back to sleep and stay snoozing until her alarm rang.
“I’m glad.” Razor cupped her face and tilted her lips up to meet his. Honey loved light, sweet kisses—but the deeper one that followed made her wiggle closer. And the one after that? She pushed the covers separating their bodies on the bed.
“Mmmm,” she hummed.
Razor lifted his mouth long enough to reach over his shoulder and rip his T-shirt over his head.
She gasped when his fingers tangled in her hair, pulling it firmly.
He recaptured her lips and slid inside to taste her.
The sensuous seduction of his tongue wiped all thoughts from her mind other than, more, please.
She curled her fingers around his broad shoulders, holding on.
His kisses did things to her inside—swirling temptation and desire until she held her breath, waiting to see if anything better would follow.
Razor trailed his fingers along her shoulder and across her collarbone.
She clung to him to hold him close when he lifted his lips.
“Shhh, Little one. I’m not going anywhere,” Razor reassured her before pressing a trail of kisses down her throat. When he closed his teeth over that sensitive spot where her shoulder and neck met, a needy groan burst from her lips. “Let’s see if I find another spot you enjoy Daddy’s lips.”
Nodding eagerly, Honey held her breath. It couldn’t get better than this, could it?
Razor’s hands guided her to the mattress as his captivating mouth caressed a path between her breasts. The stubble rubbed over her skin, making her hyperaware of his touch. He shifted slightly, brushing a line to her nipple. She inhaled roughly as he wrapped his lips around her taut peak.
Honey arched her back, thrusting her breast closer to him. As a reward for her eagerness, he lashed his tongue over her sensitive bud. She thrust her fingers through his short, thick hair to hold him to her when he sucked her nipple firmly inside the warmth of his mouth.
She squirmed with excitement when he repeated the caresses on her other breast. The combination of his lips exploring her curves and the friction of his whiskers sent a wave of sensations through her. Honey had experienced nothing like this. Razor was completely in tune with what turned her on.
Honey froze when he trailed kisses to the center of her chest and over the gentle swell of her abdomen. She didn’t suck her gut in self-consciously. Razor shared his enjoyment of her body with nibbles and stimulating touches. He explored her as if she were a precious treasure he wanted to memorize.
When he reached her adult curls, Razor gently tugged on them with his teeth, gifting her with a slight taste of pain. Her quick inhale drew his gaze to her face. His eyes blazed with desire. Gasping in reaction to his blatant need, she shivered. “More, Daddy,” she begged.
Razor wrapped his powerful hands around her thighs and pressed them apart as he lowered his mouth to her cleft. Holding her gaze captive, he traced her cleft with his tongue. A low hum rumbled from his mouth as he savored her taste.
Tearing his attention away from her face, Razor focused on the display he’d created in front of him. Honey flexed her thighs, trying to pull them back together, but he held her in position. “Gorgeous, Little girl.”