Do I run for the door or shuffle the few inches to stand in front of him? I tell myself that if I run, he’ll catch me, but that’s just an excuse to do what I really want to do.
When I’m standing before him, he puts his hands on the backs of my thighs and slides them up to cup my ass. “You all right?”
My face flames. “No, of course not.”
His grip tightens on my warm flesh, causing my core to clench. My body’s a sexual instrument, and he’s the virtuoso who’s taken it in hand.
“Are you sure?” His intense gaze leaves me feeling naked. “The way you move…a part of you seems to enjoy having your pretty ass spanked.”
I glance down at his strong thighs, where I was just lying and the waves of lust crash over me again. My hair falls around my face, shielding me from his scrutiny. “I think you’re saying that because you liked doing it,” I counter in a whisper. Looking tentatively through my lashes at him, I’m breathless.
A slow smile curves his mouth. He’s totally unabashed. “I did enjoy it,” he says in that sexy voice. “I like when you’re sweet and smile at me. But I’ll like it just as much when you’re not if that means I get to punish you in ways that make you wet for me. You are wet, right?”
I don’t answer. We both know I am.
He moves one of his hands so it’s against my panties, then a finger snakes under the fabric to touch me. All the blood seems to pool below my waist, making me lightheaded.
Drawing the finger out, he brings it to his mouth and sucks on it. His eyes close for a moment, and he exhales a heavy breath. “I need more of that.”
Opening his eyes, he tilts his head, appraising me. “I won’t force you, even though I really want to,” he whispers in a husky voice. “Tell me what you want. Should I act sweet? I can do that for you.” He takes my hand and slides it over his pecs, bringing it to rest over his heart. “If you want things to stop for the night, say so.” His left hand is still cupping my ass, and he squeezes harder, resurrecting the soreness and the sexiness of having my ass spanked. “If you’re quiet, Avery, I’ll keep going.”
The anticipation is excruciating. When I finally speak, my voice is as soft as feathers. “I’ll undress if you promise we’ll only use our mouths on each other.”
Shane stands, and our bodies touch, causing electricity to spark between us as he towers over me. His eyes are dark and knowing. “I don’t have a condom here, so I promise not to put my cock inside you where it belongs.” His fingers grip my hair and pull my head back. He kisses my neck and then whispers in my ear. “Otherwise, no promises. I’m going to get you off and that will involve my fingers stroking your clit until you’re begging to come.”
I shudder at the raw way he talks to me.
“Now get undressed.” More and more darkness enters his tone. “Unless you want me to do it for you.”
When I don’t move, he reaches inside the dress where it’s tethered and jerks the inner tie. My eyes widen as the fabric separates, framing my body.
My hands catch his upper arms, squeezing his hard biceps. “If you’re too rough, I won’t enjoy it.”
A sinister smile resurfaces. “I’ll be just rough enough, and you will enjoy it.”
He shoves the dress off my shoulders and grabs my hips, pulling me against him. His erection strains to free itself. His fingers play with my hair, then his thumbs hook the lace at my waist and slide my panties down to my thighs as he lowers himself to his knees.
His exhalation of breath is a sigh against my hot flesh. “Beautiful.”
Leaning forward, he slides the tip of his tongue into my belly button. It’s a small penetration, but a meaningful one. Then he grips my hips and slides his mouth lower, to between my lower lips. He licks me there. My whole body vibrates with pleasure and anticipation.
A shuddering breath escapes, and my shaky fingers clutch his shoulders.
He stands, towering over me again. “Lie on the bed and spread your legs.”
I shimmy until my underwear drops to the floor. Stepping out of them, I resist the urge to cover myself. As I lie on my back on the bed, I’m more nervous than I’ve ever been. Easing my knees apart, I try to relax.
Shane’s still wearing his boxer-briefs, and the hard line of his erection is obvious and makes my mouth water to taste it again.
He joins me on the bed and positions himself so he’s kneeling on the mattress between my legs. Then he drops forward onto his palms, lowering his mouth to within an inch of mine. “You’d better kiss me now. In case you don’t want to later.”
My body shudders again. I can’t seem to control my involuntary reactions to him. I press my palm over his lips. “Don’t make me kiss you. That’s the kind of thing I could hold against you if things go sideways.”
He turns his head a fraction, freeing his mouth. “So I’m only allowed to kiss the dirty places?” he asks with a wicked smirk. “For someone who’s nervous, you sure do like to taunt the beast.”
He stares down into my eyes, then bites my skin, gently at first and then as a little threat. He’s dangerous, the kind of dangerous that seduces. I’m vaguely aware that I want him to make me kiss him. And then to make me regret it.
Instead, he moves lower, kissing my breast where it swells out of the bra’s cup. He slides his tongue under the fabric to lick me. It’s sexy and slightly sinister, like a serpent slithering through a garden. He works his way down my body, not kissing me again until he’s just above my hips. In the hollow of my belly, he tongues my belly button and kisses me once just below it.
