Page 72 of Finding Little Fiera

She swallowed. Focus, Fiera. “I, ah...” Good grief, was that her voice? When had it gotten so sultry?”

“Listen to Daddy, firefly. I’ve got you, and I’ll keep you safe.”

His voice was deep and rumbly. Was it just her, or was he talking about more than a horse ride?

She tightened the grip of her thighs. “Okay, Daddy. What now?”

“Just use your tongue and use your heels to give him a gentle nudge.”

Her eyes fluttered. Thank goodness he couldn't see her face. She wasn’t sure you should steer a horse with your eyes closed, but it was so much easier to imagine all the wickedly delicious things she wanted to do to her Daddy that way.

As if Giddy could read her mind, he snorted.

The heat from his hard chest caused flutters in her princess parts that had nothing to do with fear. Or riding. Well, riding horses anyway.

Man, she needed to get a grip.

A tight grip.

Of your Daddy’s cock…

No! Bad Fiera!

At least she would be bad Fiera if her Daddy would let her. She wanted to do very, very naughty things to him.

When Master Mace nudged Giddy’s side, the horse moved forward.

She sucked in air scented with pine and hot male. Desire weighed down her eyelids, while her breasts ached and her princess parts tingled. The bouncy trot Master Mace had coaxed Giddy into wasn’t helping.

“Okay. Now it’s your turn.” The sound of his voice roughened to gravel.

A long, slow shiver meandered its way down her spine. Without thinking, she snuggled her bottom into him. Wait, was that his… was he as turned on as she was?

How was this happening? Wanting someone this bad, this fast, only happened in romance books. Did he feel it, too? The hard bulge pressing against her backside would say yes.

“Firefly,” he ground out. “You’re killin’ me.”

She turned her head to rub her cheek on his chest. “Daddy.”

He stilled and blew out a harsh exhale. “Fiera Danielle, you need to focus on riding.”

“I am, Daddy. Promise.”

He stiffened. “I’m talking about riding the horse.” His voice was harsh, but she didn’t think he was angry.

“Don’t wanna.” Desire unraveled her ability to think, and she had not the slightest urge to resist.

His muscles were so tight they practically vibrated. “Then what do you want, babygirl?”

She couldn’t tell him that. What if she was wrong? What if he didn’t want her at all? He’d certainly been able to restrain himself the night before with no effort at all. “Daddy!” Her voice came out as a whine, and there was nothing she could do about it.

“Fiera, either tell me what you want, or do what I told you to do.”

She wanted him. But she was obviously doing it wrong if he couldn’t tell. This was a mistake. She was humiliating herself.

“I need to hear your words, babygirl. This has to be something you want. So, if you do, be brave for Daddy and tell him what you’re feeling.”

Could she be that brave? That answer was easy. For him, she could be anything he wanted. Taking a deep breath, she said, “You, Daddy. I want you.”