I don’t budge. “You’re only making it worse for yourself, Savannah.”
She lifts her chin defiantly. “Fine. Then tell me how I can make it better.”
I push off the wall and pad to the couch. When I’m settled on it, Ilean back and spread my legs wide. Then I pat my thigh. “Face down, ass up. Now.”
She stares at my lap, the war raging in her head nearly visible. She doesn’t want to like this. Doesn’t think she should. But we both know that whatever the hell is brewing between us is too damn strong to be snuffed out. And I for one am too fucking tired to fight against it tonight.
Still, I’m surprised when she pulls off her coat and drapes it on the side of the couch, then shuffles over and stands between my knees. “You want me to lay down?”
I swipe a pillow from the end of the couch and set it on the cushion beside my hip. “Head here.” I tap my lap next. “Ass here.” Then I slap the other side of the couch. “Legs here.”
She rolls her eyes.
I tsk, stretching my arms out along the back of the couch. “That’s just going to earn you another smack.”
“How many are we at now?” she mumbles as she settles into the position I requested.
The moment she’s in my lap, her warm weight covering me, her head turned so she can see my face, her eyes on mine in beautiful submission, all the stress from the last week begins to recede.
I set one palm atop her ass and brush her beautiful red hair back from her face with the other.
Her eyes fall shut and her body sags, like she’s also feeling a sense of relief despite her position.
“That depends on you.”
Her eyes flutter open. “Me?”
“Yes. Tell me how many men you’ve been out with since I was last inside you.”
“You want me to…to…” She stumbles over her words, her eyes searching mine. “To tell you about other men?”
My stomach rolls at the idea that there’ve been more than the one from tonight, but I nod.
She grits her teeth, like that internal battle has picked up again. Like she wants to tell me to fuck myself, but also, she doesn’t. “Just Theo.”
Theo. The name alone makes my vision go red.
I tug at her skirt, exposing her bare ass. “No panties again?”
“I’m sorry,” she mumbles, true remorse in her tone.
It’s too late for that, though. I pull my hand back, and it lands against her ass with a loud thwack. “That’s for Theo.”
She sucks in a sharp breath, but she doesn’t look away from me and she doesn’t flinch. With a deep breath in, I wind up and do the same to the other cheek. “And that’s for no panties.”
The way she holds my gaze only serves to make me harder. Fuck.
Breathing unevenly, she says, “I told him I’d go to dinner with him tomorrow.”
Another crack. This one turns her skin a perfect shade of pink. “Did he touch you?”
She shakes her head quickly, but the movement stops abruptly, and she groans. “Well, he kissed my cheek.”
Another smack.
She moans this time.
“Did you want him to kiss you anywhere else?”
