“No, I’m not. I’m going home.” Until that moment I hadn’t considered going home, but if he planned to be a jerk, I needed my space. Lots of it.
We stood close to the door, but he used my proximity to maneuver his body around mine and pushed me up against the wall. “Like fuck you are. Do you think I’m stupid?”
Chest to chest, or more his chest to my forearms we stared at one another. “You can’t boss me. I don’t need a dad.”
I already had a dad. He and my mother stopped for a late dinner in Clearwater. I turned down the offer of free food—which was looking more and more like a stupid decision—in order to meet up with Frankie.
Pierce shook his head in dismay. He made the expression he often wore when we were together. “You know what you need, Katy?”
Here we go. “What?”
The little smirk he wore should have been my first warning. “You need someone to put you over their knee and spank you.”
I glared, puffing out my arms to give us more distance. “You wouldn’t dare.”
For all Pierce knew I could be carrying a loaded weapon. He wouldn’t mess with me.
Because I was so busy glowering at him, daring him to pick a fight with me, I missed it when he leaned over and locked one arm under my knees and the other against my back before he picked me up into a fireman’s hold.
“Put me down, jerk!” I yelled, kicking my feet out but only hitting air.
Smack! His hand connected with my ass as he situated me over his shoulder. I jostled against him as he made the first step to the second floor and then laughed.
Wait. Did I laugh? No. The sound didn’t come from me. Stress caused delusions.
I laughed again as he stretched out his hand and spanked my other cheek.
What the hell. I didn’t laugh. Certainly not at anything Pierce did. What was wrong with me? Maybe I had a brain aneurysm.
We reached Pierce’s room, and he kicked the door open with his foot. I did my absolute best to pretend it wasn’t one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. Maybe, given more thought and demonstration, I could understand why the bakery girls fell for the big tough man types.
I didn’t have time to analyze my feelings, though, because in the next second Pierce dropped me unceremoniously on his bed. I struggled to get up on to my knees.
“Kneel,” he said in the sexiest voice he’d ever used in his entire life. Where did it come from? Obviously I’d ticked him off more than I realized.
Still, sexy or not, no man told me to kneel. I immediately changed my position so I sat on my butt with my legs crossed. “Screw you. I kneel for no one.”
Pierce’s eyes were hard and strained, but his words didn’t scare me. “So you want this the hard way?”
His firm hand latched on to one of my ankles and I even enjoyed the sensation of his fingertips against my skin. This was not the Victorian time period. These things shouldn’t happen. My ankles were not erogenous zones. He jerked on my ankle until my leg came free and then he slipped off a shoe and threw it behind him before repeating the task with the other foot.
“No shoes on the bed, Katy.”
I kicked at him, but somehow my kick became more about my big toe reaching out to feel his thigh movements. Totally unlike me. Definitely a brain issue.
He rested on his knees at the end of my legs which put him inches taller than me.
When I looked up, I saw the heat in his eyes, and I understood what Pierce had on his mind. I crossed my arms again. “I’m not having sex with you.”
My blatant denial made him smile. “I think you meant to say, I’m not having sex with you… again.”
I huffed. “That first time didn’t count.” It was a trying time.
Too bad it was the best sex of my life.
And the second time was a heat-of-the-moment passion type experience. You can’t say no when those come up, but it sounded like Pierce didn’t count that indiscretion, so I didn’t plan to either.
His eyes grew hooded, and he inched forward with his upper body. “Flip over and come here.”
