Chapter 6 #2
She loved that she could please him. Max always encouraged her with appreciative sounds and praise, letting her know he was as into her as she was attracted to him. Saylor had never slept with a man who had sexy talk down as much as Max.
“Damn, little girl. I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.” Saylor hesitated before adding, “Daddy.”
Arousal flared in his eyes. He bounced her up a bit to clasp his hands under her bottom before turning to carry her down the hallway. On the way, he pressed kisses to her sensitive neck, easily recalling what she enjoyed, like he had committed her pleasure spots to memory.
“Shower first. Sex second. Steak’s third,” he growled.
“The S protocol,” she teased.
“Exactly, little girl.”
In a flurry of clothing flying, he stripped down to his skin before drawing her close to unwrap her like a precious present. His brows drew together in concern as he noted the bruised spots on her hips.
“Baby, you should have told me I was hurting you. I’m so sorry.” He pressed kisses to her skin.
“You didn’t hurt me. I tend to bruise easily these days. Besides, I enjoyed every moment last night. And…”
“And?” he asked, running his hands over her arms as if he couldn’t stop touching her.
“I really enjoyed seeing the marks this morning,” she whispered.
A low sound came from deep inside him as his hands tightened on her biceps. “Damn, little girl. I should have called in sick.” He stepped close to her and walked into the shower. Max turned his back to the spray before flipping on the water.
Saylor squealed as a few stray blasts of cold water hit her skin. She burrowed closer to the shelter of Max’s body.
“I may take cold showers for the rest of my life,” he said, kissing the top of her head before dropping his head back into the flow to rinse the sweat from his head and face.
“Hey! No fair,” she protested as more water reached her. Thankfully, it was warming up. She shivered against him at the mere thought of a frigid cascade.
“If you’re going to shimmy against me, I may completely abandon the hot spigot.”
“Daddy!”
“I promise, baby. I won’t turn you into an ice cube. Here, help Daddy.” He dispensed liquid soap onto her palm before grabbing a bar of soap and rubbing it over his head.
“What are you doing?”
“Washing my hair?”
“You can’t use that! Your hair will get brittle and look awful.”
“Baby, have you seen my hair? It’s so short, it doesn’t stick around for long enough to get into awful shape.”
“Your scalp does! Don’t you have shampoo?”
“Nah.” He looked amused as she stared at him in disbelief.
“You need me,” she said, already making a list of things he needed. Sunscreen, shampoo, some lotion…
“I do need you, little girl. But not to make sure I have shampoo.” He cupped her jaw and leaned down to kiss her tenderly.
“The team gave me shit all day. Koa, he’s the youngest on the team, said I mooned around like a love-sick teenager.
And our team chief—think drill sergeant—Caden threatened to make me wear a rubber band on my…
On my wrist to snap every time I got distracted. ”
“He didn’t really say on your wrist, did he?” Saylor laughed as she soaped his chest, watching the grime and sweat mingle with the lather. Her eyes dropped to his pelvis meaningfully.
“He did not.” Max joined her laughter. He trapped her hand against his lower abdomen when she brushed the head of his erection. “Little girls need permission to touch their daddy’s cock.”
“Really?” she squeaked. Her mind flashed back to his note in margin where the daddy author had recommended setting boundaries for Littles. Feeling like she had insider information, Saylor couldn’t wait to read the rest of the book. She just needed to smuggle it back onto the bookshelf.
“Yes, little girl.”
Pretending to capitulate easily, she shrugged and said, “Turn around and I’ll wash your back.”
“Thank you, Saylor.”
As she washed his back, admiring the strength in his huge form, Max tended to the rest of his body. He even balanced on one leg as he washed the other calf and foot before swapping.
Saylor dared to smooth the lather over his rounded butt. Max had a very fine ass. If she had to admit what attracted her most to men, Saylor would have to admit power. She froze. Was that tied into her daddy desires?
“Are you okay, baby?” he asked, turning back around to rinse off the suds.
“Yes. I’m good.” She wasn’t ready to confess her innermost feelings. Amused by that idea that she’d ever tell him everything, Saylor met his knowing gaze. She swallowed hard. Did he know?
“Nothing you say is going to shock me, little girl. Ever. You can talk to me.”
“Okay,” she whispered, not sure whether she liked he could read her mind.
“Let’s get you clean as well.”
“I took a bath this morning.”
“Good. I’m glad you made yourself at home. I’ll erase any of the stinky man cooties I brushed against you.” Max smoothed soap over her skin, caressing her curves with obvious appreciation. As his hands cupped her breasts, he asked, “Were you sore this morning, baby?”
She looked up in surprise and turned her head to shake it no, when his gaze caught hers. To her surprise, she couldn’t lie to him. Her head nodded before she could stop herself. “But just a bit.”
“Thank you for telling me the truth, Saylor. How do you feel now?”
“Good. Great, actually.” He wasn’t going to change his mind about making love to her, was he? “I’m fine for… for any activities.”
“Any activities, huh? I don’t want to hurt you. We don’t have to make love, baby. I can make you feel good without entering you.”
“But I want you to,” she blurted. “I’ll adjust. You’re just big.”
“You’re good for my ego, Saylor. I’m big all over,” he said, sliding his hand down her arm to raise her hand. He pressed his palm against hers. His fingers extended way past hers. “I’m counting on you to let me know if it’s too much.”
She nodded, earning a tender kiss.
“Good girl. Let’s get rinsed off and this time we’ll go slow.”
“Okay,” she said, feeling her heart skip a beat at his tenderness.