#Chapter42
It suddenly felt very unfair that our clothes situation differed. Having taken the first shower, and having come so ill-prepared, I had been left with little choice but to redress in the clothes I had taken off; they didn't have the fancy bathrobes that they did in the movies.
/"Daddy,/" I whispered, hips jerking as his mouth found my neck. Through half-lidded eyes, I watched as he pulled away, searching my face.
/"Oz,/" he breathed back. /"Are you sure that you want tonight to-- are you sure that you want it to be tonight?/"
Earlier, when we had faced the prospect of having to go back home, I had told him that I hadn't wanted to. I had told him I wanted to stay with him. Be with him. In every way.
After what had happened the night before, what had been created between us, I had been left with nothing shy of an undying certainty that I wanted more. That I needed more. I was ready, and I wanted to go all the way.
