Tender Billionaire Daddy by Scott Wylder

CHAPTER EIGHT

Liam

I watched her as she slept. She looked so happy and relaxed as she cuddled her teddy bear. She was adorable. My hand ached to stroke her hair, but I restrained myself. I didn't want her to wake up and be startled by me. Besides, she needed her rest.

The food and bedrest had put the color back into her cheeks. She was still in a lot of pain, despite the pain medicine, but she was getting a little stronger every day. What would happen when she was all better? Would she want to leave? I couldn't bear the thought of her going back to that God-forsaken apartment. Even if she didn't want to stay with me, maybe she could accept my help. I could buy her a house or get her an apartment on a safer side of town with actual heat. She didn't have to stay with me if she didn't want to.

Who was I kidding? She didn't even want to accept the minimal amount of help I had already given her. I couldn't force her to accept my help.

She stirred slightly in her sleep. She sighed and turned over. One of her arms reached out and wrapped around my waist. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths, trying to stop the wave of desire that rose up in me. Just a simple touch like this was enough to make me so hard. My cock was throbbing; practically aching to be played with. It was painfully obvious through my pants. How would she react to waking up and seeing how hard she made me? Would she never want to see me again? Or would she like what she saw?

So far, she’d liked me treating her like a Little. She didn't even mind me lying in bed next to her. But, that didn't mean she wanted or was ready for anything sexual. I needed to get out of here before I embarrassed myself.

I gently tried to untangle myself from her and slip out of bed, but when I moved, her eyes fluttered open.

She looked up at me with a smile. "How long was I asleep for?"

"Not too long," I said. My voice was husky with need. My face flushed. There was no way she was going to miss it now.

"That felt really good. It's been years since I've taken a nap like that." She sat up, rubbing her eyes before stretching. I couldn't help but notice the way her breasts rose when she lifted her arms up above her head. Shit. I was in trouble.

"I—I'm glad it felt good."

She looked at me suddenly. "Is everything okay?" Her brow furrowed with worry.

"Yes, everything's fine." I smiled at her, wanting to ease her concerns. "I promise."

"Your face is flushed. Are you feeling okay?"

"Don't worry about it." I shifted, trying to hide my erection, but all I did was make her gaze travel to my crotch.

She blushed and averted her eyes. "I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to look."

"No, I'm sorry. I'm supposed to be making you feel safe and letting you heal. Not fantasizing about you."

"You fantasize about me?" She looked up at me curiously through her lashes. "Why would you possibly want to do that?"

She couldn't have shocked me more if she’d have slapped me. "What do you mean why would I want to? You're absolutely adorable, and sweet, and so beautiful. Why wouldn't I want you?"

She shrugged. "I'm just a waitress and an annoying and immature one at that."

"I've already told you what I like. I like taking care of you and letting you be carefree. Why would your profession matter?" I didn't understand. Did she think I was a snob? Or had her parents brainwashed her into thinking no one could ever love her, if she was less than perfect? "I want you, Lacy. That isn't going to change. I’ll understand if you're not interested and that would be fine. I'm not going to stop helping you, even if you don't want to be with me, so don't worry about that. But don't ever believe you're not worthy of my desire. Because you are, Little One."

She was blushing and speechless. I wanted to kiss her more than anything now. I realized I was gripping the blankets, to keep my hands from reaching out and holding her. How could she ever think I wouldn't be interested in her? I would gladly give away all of my money if it meant being with her.

"I—I don't know what to say," she whispered.

"You don't have to say anything, Little One. If you don't want me, that's okay. I'll still help you as much as you'll let me. But if you want me to be your Daddy.... then I would like nothing more."

She bit her lip. "Honestly, it sounds like a dream," she said. "Can I have some time? I know you say you wouldn't get tired of me acting like a kid, but I want to make sure for myself."

I nodded. "Take all the time you need," I said.