Page 100 of Hunt Me, Daddy
I wanted him to be right enough that I could stay.
“Daddy issues much?” I snapped.
His gaze darkened with want. The word had slipped out before I could stop it.
Daddy.
Ivan moved closer until the edge of the desk pressed lightly against the back of my thighs.
“Careful,solnyshko,” he said softly.
I knew enough Russian to understand that single word from my research into the Orlovs.
It meant ‘little sun.’
My stomach dropped and my thighs clenched. I hated both reactions.
“I’m not callingyouDaddy.”
“No.”
“Good.”
“Not until you mean it.”
I stared at him.
The audacity was beyond what I could actually handle right now. I opened my mouth to tell him exactly where he could put that assumption, and he kissed me again.
His hand slid into my hair, not pulling exactly, but gripping enough to hold my head where he wanted it. I made a sound against his mouth that I would later deny in court, and he swallowed it like he had been waiting for it. My hands went to his shoulders, then his neck, then the front of his shirt.
His mouth left mine.
“Tell me to stop.”
I glared at him. “No.”
His eyes darkened.
“That was not the instruction.”
“I know.”
“Kit.”
“If I want you to stop, I’ll say stop.”
He held my gaze, then nodded once.
“Good girl.”
I kissed him again so I wouldn’t have to answer. His hands were on my waist. Mine in his hair. My back against the desk, one of my legs caught between his, the hard line of his body pressed to mine with just enough restraint to make me understand how much of him he was holding back. He kissed my throat once, right beneath my jaw, and my head tipped before I could stop it.
“You like being handled,” he murmured against my skin.
“I like not being analyzed while I’m being kissed.”
His teeth grazed lightly over my pulse and I shivered.
