10. Lita

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lita

Ford Smith was going to drive me crazy.

I was positive about it.

The man was as stubborn as he was sexy.

It had been a week of us becoming a thing. I wasn't sure if we were a couple, but I did know we were only seeing one another. There was no way he could be seeing anyone else. Not when it felt like every spare moment was spent together in one form or another. Whether it was texts or video chats while we were at work and on break or after work, we were officially attached at the hip. Inseparable.

And I loved it.

I'd never felt closer to anyone in my life. Ever.

We even fell asleep together. Well, not really, but yes at the same time. We ended every evening with late-night calls that ended up with some kind of play session where we talked dirty and got off almost simultaneously.

But we hadn't done anything more than we did on the way home from our first date. Ford's self control is crazy! No matter what I did or tried, he wouldn't even step into my house when he dropped me off after our nightly dates. And we'd gone out every night.

To the movies, miniature golfing, bowling, out to eat. Ford had even found and taken me to a dessert bar that had just opened about an hour from our place and helped shoot some content with me. His support of my social media venture was crazy sweet. Who the hell was I kidding? His support was incredible, period. He made me feel like I could do anything. Like the ideas I had and goals I wanted to accomplish were reachable.

He not only encouraged me, but he motivated me.

But he hadn't stepped foot into my place. And he hadn't invited me to his. At the end of every night, no matter what I tried, he never came in. Never spent the night holding me or loving me into a sweaty passionate session of lovemaking.

Daddy's self-control was top tier.

And I hated it.

I wanted him. Badly. I loved our dirty late-night phone calls and foreplay sessions in his truck, but I needed more. I wanted more. I want everything.

Tonight, we'd had a picnic at a local park, and I'd worn a sundress with nothing underneath on purpose. Not that he knew that. The man had kept his hands to himself throughout the drive home.

But now we were parked in my driveway. I was on his lap, and his hands were on my hips, holding me against him, dragging me against his thick denim-covered length. My hands held on to his strong shoulders while we kissed. Our tongues battled and dueled, but nine out of ten times, he won control of the kiss, dominating my mouth. My lungs burned when I pulled back and stared at his dark eyes. He leaned in again to keep kissing me, and I let him. I was addicted to the man. I had fallen hard and fast, and for once in my life, I wasn't going to overthink it. I wasn't going to talk myself out of why messing around with my neighbor was a bad idea.

"Please," I whimpered against his lips. I felt his growly sound zip through me, making my clit throb.

"Lita." His voice sounded strained.

"Please." I had been shamelessly begging him for us to go into my house for the last five minutes. I was dizzy, almost drunk off our make-out session. Every nerve ending in my body felt like it was awake and sparkling. "Please, Daddy." His hand squeezed my ass, and I ground against him. I loved how big he was. How strong and powerful he felt. How tiny and delicate I felt around him.

"Lita, I told you," he grunted. "Warned you."

"I know, Daddy." But he shook his head, his nose brushing against mine. I hadn't called him daddy again since that first date. Not in person. I'd said it a million times over the phone, but I had taken his warning that night seriously. He wanted to wait for whatever reason, and I respected that. Or tried to .

But desperate times called for desperate measures.

I was done waiting.

I wanted daddy all the way.

"If—" he started to say, and my body locked up with excitement. That little word ignited hope in my soul like wildfire. "If I come inside your place, baby,"—the tops of his fingers grazed the underside of my chin, and my eyes fluttered shut as I absorbed the feel of his touch—"and I take you, you're mine. Do you know what that means?" he asked quietly, and when my eyes opened, he kept talking.

"It will mean you're mine completely. I'm older and a selfish bastard, Lita. You might have a picture painted in your head about who I am, and it might not be right. That being said, there is no one, no one," he repeated fiercely, "who will ever love you the way I do."

"Love?"

"Who will protect and cherish you. Who will want nothing but the best for you like I will."

"Ford—" I started to say, but he cut me off. There was a determination in his hazel gaze that made me feel like everything in my life, every moment, good or bad, had led me to this spot.

Had brought me to him.

"I won't share you, not with anyone. You'd be mine. Not just for now. This is where I'm pretty sure I'm going to scare you off and you won't invite me in again, but I gotta be clear with you, little girl."

"Okay," I whispered. My heart wasn't pounding in my chest; it was thundering .

"You'd be mine for more than a night or a moment. This thing between us is different than anything I have ever experienced. There is something you've unknowingly brought to life, and it wants you forever." I experienced a full-body tremor as his words processed in my mind.

My heart and brain were working overtime, and for the first time in my life, they agreed. Everything about him made sense. Everything about us made sense. I'd never let anyone in, not completely. Not the way I did with a man I hardly knew but somehow had a feeling my soul, our souls , knew one another better than I knew was possible.

I'd fallen in love with a stranger.

Head over heels when he had just been my neighbor. The nice guy across the street with an easy smile who was really fun to look at. But after meeting him? After getting to know him? I had more than fallen in love. I was there.

Utterly and completely.

He saw me for me.

Someone who was independent and smart with a good head on her shoulders. But he also brought out another side of me. One that wanted to be spoiled and loved and craved to be told what to do and when. A side of me I hadn't understood until now. Until him.

We had a daddy dom/little girl thing going on, but it was more than sex or kink. It was real. Solid. And I believed that wholeheartedly after just a week. I was crazy. The whole thing between us was insane but nonetheless beautiful.

"You're quiet," he pointed out, and I realized I'd been in my head for a moment too long. I could see the worry in Daddy's eyes.

"What do you say when you feel like you've been handed the whole world?" I whispered and didn't miss the sharpness of his breath.

I leaned in and kissed him softly. Once on the lips, then his right cheek and then the left. When I pulled back, he looked surprised, shocked really.

"Please come inside," I asked softly before shimmying off his lap and opening the truck door, ready to head to the front door.

The moment my feet stepped onto the driveway, I wasn't sure if he was going to follow me. But not a second later, his door opened and shut. The heavy sounds of his boots almost thundered in my ears as he caught up with me.

When we were side by side, his hand slipped in mine, and when I glanced at him with a smile on my face, I knew that everything was about to change again.

The summer night was warmer and muggier than usual, but even then, I didn't mind the sweat that started to form on the back of my neck. I had feeling we'd be getting a lot sweatier as the night progressed.

And the naughty, little brat inside me couldn't wait!