Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
This is important, so I need to be reasonable. He can’t read my mind. “Okay.”
“Good girl. Now, how many men have you had sex with, Zia?”
Shit. He’s not messing around. My face heats. I swallow. I have to tell him. “None,” I whisper.
He smiles. “Why is that hard to say?”
“It’s embarrassing. I’m twenty-two years old.”
“I’m certain you’re not the only woman your age who’s a virgin.”
“I’m pretty sure I am,” I grumble.
He chuckles. “You’re not. And thank you for telling me. I want you to know that I would never pressure you to have sex. It’s not even on the table for today. So I don’t want you to worry about it. Put it out of your head.”
“Okay.” That’s kind of a relief.
“How many boyfriends have you had?”
I sigh. “None.”
He tucks his finger under the edge of my panties at the curve of my butt cheek. “How many men have seen these sexy black panties, Zia?”
My face heats to new levels. “None. I haven’t even kissed anyone,” I admit before he moves to that question.
“See? Talking is not so hard. Would you like me to kiss you, Zia?”
I stare at his mouth. I want him to kiss me more than anything in the world. “Please,” I whisper.
Gabriel cups my face, strokes his thumb over my bottom lip, and holds my gaze as he guides me closer.
He’s going to kiss me. I’m about to have my first kiss. My heart is racing.
Chapter Four
The moment Gabriel’s lips touch mine I melt against him. I sit more fully upright on his lap, reach up with my arms, and wrap them around his neck.
He slides his hand to my back and holds me close while he tips his head to one side and licks along the seam of my mouth.
When I part my lips, he slides his tongue inside to tease mine. It’s like a perfect dance. I’m surprised it’s not awkward at all. I thought my first kiss would be sloppy and uninteresting. It’s the opposite. I never want him to stop.
Gabriel moans into my mouth as he strokes deeper, teasing me with his tongue. When he gently sucks on mine, I whimper. It’s so erotic, and my body is totally awake and on fire for him.
I’m panting heavily when he eases back and meets my gaze again. He’s grinning. “I could get addicted to kissing you,” he says, his voice deep and gravelly.
“Me, too.” I grab his shoulders and hold on so I don’t sway too far and fall off his lap.
He sets his forehead against mine. “Zia…”
I bite my lip.
“You’re mine, Baby girl,” he says softly.
I flinch. I can’t be his. Only for today.
“It’s okay if you’re not ready to fully grasp that. Eventually you will be able to admit it. For now, we’re going to enjoy this day together. I’m going to Daddy you deeply so you’ll know what it means to be my Little girl. My Baby girl.”
“Okay,” I whisper because I want that so badly. I have a hundred concerns in the back of my mind, but I’m going to ignore them for the next ten hours and let myself be Gabriel’s Baby girl. Because I like how it makes me feel.
“Can I change you into the pretty Baby-girl dress, Zia?”
I nod.
“Words, Little one. How about, yes, Daddy.”
I suck in a breath and let his words roll off my tongue. “Yes, Daddy.”
Gabriel leans back, smiling. “That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.” He holds up the pacifier. “Fair is fair. I told you I would let you have your paci back if you shared with me.”
I open my mouth and let him pop it in. Instantly I relax deeper. It really is soothing. If I’d known this, I would have ordered myself a pacifier to sleep with years ago.
No. That’s not true. I would never have taken that risk. I can’t imagine what my mother would say if she found a pacifier in my nightstand. She would lose her mind.
Gabriel rises, carries me to the changing table, and sits me on my bottom. He reaches behind me and unzips my dress before lowering it down my arms, exposing my bra.
I shiver as his gaze roams to my chest. He trails a finger along the upper swell of my breasts. “So pretty.”
I want to cross my arms so he’ll stop looking at me as though he wants to eat me. Yikes. What if he does want to eat me? I’ve read that in books. Do men really put their mouths on women in real life? I have no idea. I’m so ignorant it’s embarrassing.
Gabriel is thirty-six years old. I know this because Josie told me one day. He’s fourteen years older than me. He’s probably had dozens of girlfriends. I must seem ridiculously inexperienced.
Perhaps he doesn’t care. Maybe he even likes the fact that other men haven’t touched me.