“You can’t really do this!”
He strode through the kitchen as if she weighed nothing. She was a little dizzy from being mostly upside down by the time he got to the front door. Locking the door, he turned off the lights save for the one soft glow she kept on behind the counter.
“Then why’d you stop struggling?”
Had she? Allie gripped big handfuls of the back of his tee shirt to keep herself steady. Her body was still.
“Because...I didn’t want to fall while you — “
“Bullshit.”
“Dax!”
He strode into the back of the bakery again, flipping off lights while she clung to him. “If you wanted down so badly, you’d be fighting me tooth and nail until I either dropped you or you wiggled free. Truth is, kitten, you don’t want to be set down.”
His palm came down hard on her ass. Allie’s head shot up as a slight sting spread over her rear and punched a shot of pleasure between legs. Had he really just spanked her?
“You want me to take you home and fuck you until you’re walking sideways. Don’t you?”
She twisted, and the bulge of his shoulder dug into her belly. Every inch of her longed for more contact with his body, to feel his hands, and lips on her skin. God, he was right! She wanted exactly what he’d said.
Dax saw her purse sitting on the end table in the back hall, grabbed it and opened the back door. He stepped into the darkness outside, locked the door behind him and pulled it shut.
“Tell me you want this.” His voice was so thick and low, she almost didn’t hear him.
She took a breath. Let it out. Took another. Where was the anger? Why the hell wasn’t she furious right now?
“I... I... yes. Okay? Yes.”
His big palm cupped her ass right before he gave her another smack that forced a dart of pleasure between her legs.
“Fuck, woman, you’re in for a hell of a night.”
Chapter Eight
He’d never been thisready to give a woman pleasure in his life.
