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“Stop right there.”
The fingers that teased my skin tightened around my neck. Pulsing. Taking my breath away. Getting my attention and making my body coo for more. His voice was barely audible, but it was magnified inside me. Between my thighs.
“You’re forgetting an important part.”
I frowned, almost forgetting the feel of his erection pressed against me. “What do you-” Heat shot to my cheeks like a rocket and I knew what he was talking about.
The past had repeated itself.
I smiled. “I told you to show me,” I answered softly.
My voice was unrecognizable to me. Low. Pleading. Husky.
I almost repeated what I said and tacked on a ‘please’, but I had an idea where we were headed. He’d let go of the other hand that he’d pressed against the counter, like he knew I’d stay there. Both hands down. Our erotic version of Simon Says, though I wanted to test him.
I wanted to be punished.
His fingertips were simultaneously torture devices and my salvation. He barely grazed my skin, making me want more of him. All of him. But the teasing, the waiting, was part of the dance. Building toward what I knew would be the release that would carry us both to bliss.
“And did I show you, Natalee?” He repeated the hot trail on my flesh, rerouting from my arms to my waist. Rounding it. Holding me steady. I barely realized that somewhere along the way, I’d succumbed to that carnal animal inside me and was grinding against him. “Clearly, the answer to that is no.” Playfulness outlined his words but it was fleeting. The air crackled with electric lust and the sound of his hand colliding with my bottom.
The sting made me gasp. It wasn’t a timid strike that was barely felt because of my leggings. It shook me, woke up the sleeping beast inside me that roared.
I almost buckled, but I stayed strong.
Finally.
Finally, I’d met my match.
“You did show me,” I answered hoarsely.
“Is that right?” he mused, smoothing his hand over my bottom. “Because it sounds to me like you’re still barking orders.” His palm was warm. Humming. Cautious.
I almost told him not to hold back. That I could take it. I decided that was missing the point. I needed to show him.
I’d cleared off enough of the counter that all I had to do was lean forward, lifting on my toes.
Bent over. Ass up. Ready for him.
His tone darkened to the point that I curled my fingertips against the counter.
“So you have learned.” He snatched my pants down without warning and when his palm collided with my bare flesh, I felt all my problems, all my worries, everything, float right out of me. All that existed, all that mattered, was the pin pricks of pain that rippled from the point of impact. But the pain wasn’t alone. It danced with pleasure, a consuming and intoxicating thing that took hold of me and wouldn’t let go.
“Do you want more?”
His question made me twist my head to the side, letting some playfulness into my voice. This was the real gauntlet I’d meant to throw down. A real challenge I was hoping he’d accept.
My eyes shot to the arousal that danced in his ocean tides. The hair I wanted to tousle for myself. “If you can handle it.”
His eyes widened with surprise, then caught fire as he hauled back and dealt another blow to my bottom that was perfectly aligned with the first. The third spread the pain to my other cheek. And the fourth made me hiss and grit my teeth. By the time we arrived at number ten, I was practically writhing and humping the counter.
I was a woman possessed. Taking a hearty bite of the forbidden and all I knew was that I’d never be the same.
I wanted more.
“J-j-j-” I was like my car in high school, a weary sedan that I had to pray would start every time I slid into the driver seat. I’d crank the key and hope it would turn over. “Jason!”
I squealed as he swept me up like I didn’t weigh a thing. Neither one of us spoke but our fingers filled up the silence. Tugging and tearing off my leggings. Whispering as he pulled my t-shirt up and over. Smirking as he expertly undid my bra. Whistling as I showed him a trick or two of my own, pulling off his belt and deftly unbuttoning his pants without my eyes leaving his. He tore off his white tee and I wanted to taste every hardened muscle of him. To take that magnificent bulge of his in my mouth. To make him hiss and moan and beg.
