They belonged together.
He lifted his head and glared down at her. “You’re mine.”
Her eyes widened a fraction before they narrowed. “I belong to me.”
The lift bell dinged, indicating they’d arrived on their floor. Nolan grasped her hand and towed her to their room. They weren’t going to have this conversation in the middle of the hotel corridor.
He wanted to rail at her, the words of dispute lying heavy and rancid on his tongue. Self-preservation and experience told him to save the temper. First things first.
“Has anyone ever spanked you?”
“Huh?” She stared at him.
Was that a hint of intrigue? He liked to think so. “Because, my darling Yvonne. If ever a woman needed spanking, it’s you.”
He tugged her over to the bed, sat and flipped her over his knee.
“Hey,” she said, struggling.
Nolan lifted the hem of her dress to bare her ass. She wore the sexiest pair of panties he’d ever seen. Black lace with a line of white bows down the sides. His palm smoothed over the silky material, and she ceased her squirming.
“Luckily I didn’t know what you were wearing underneath your sexy blue dress.” He cupped her butt and squeezed. “Does your bra match?”
She sniffed. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”
Nolan took a deep breath while he silently acknowledged how much he loved the way she challenged him, her penchant for different when it came to sex. She never bored him. Then he lifted his hand and smacked her perky butt. She let out a satisfying squawk and tried to wriggle from his grasp. He held her firmly and smacked her again at a different angle. The third blow fell slightly lower, and this time she shuddered. Concern struck him for an instant, until he realized she could have put up more of a fight or demanded him to stop. But still…
His finger slipped under her panties to sink into her heat. Wet. Hot. That was all he needed to know. He struck her ass again.
“Ooh,”she moaned, the sound so sexy, he spanked her once more just to hear it again.
Her body relaxed, and he smoothed his hand over her bottom, over the silky fabric of her panties and felt the heat of her. He sucked in a deep breath and caught a whiff of flowers with a musky undertone. Her personal scent.
The more time he spent with her, the more he realized she wasitfor him—the woman who made him happy. “Can you stand?”
“Yes.”
He helped her rise and leaned back on his elbows, his legs spread wide. “Strip for me. Show me your sexy lingerie.”
Her eyes gleamed, and she tossed her head, her mane of curls shifting with the movement. She bent to unbuckle her sandals.
“No, leave the shoes. I like them.”
His compliments didn’t hurt either, he noticed.
“Undo my zipper for me. I can’t reach it myself.” She turned her back to him and his hand shook a fraction before he slid the fastening down.
Yvonne held her dress in place and turned to face him, a bright smile lighting her expression. She let one shoulder of her dress list down her arm, gave him a flirty grin and primly placed it back on her shoulder. She repeated the move with the other arm, giving him a peek-a-boo glance of her bra strap.
“Do you know what happens to teasing women?”
“What?” she asked, her lips quivering as if she were suppressing a laugh.
“They get spanked, and I’m pretty sure the next day they have trouble sitting with comfort.”
“Brute,” she said, but there was no temper or concern in her tone. “After the dancing, I’ll probably need a massage tomorrow. And after tonight, I’ll remember the spanking every time I sit down.”
“Good.” Call him caveman but he rather liked the idea. “I’d be happy to touch you any time. Buy some massage oil tomorrow.”
