“I can’t get enough of you.”He nipped at her neck.“Can’t stay away.”
“Don’t.”She smoothed a hand over his chest, toward the bulge in his pants.
He let out another string of profanities and urged her into the bedroom.“Need you.”
“Take me.”
Before he even pulled down the covers on the bed, Claire began to tug at her clothes.Right now, she hated each garment.She wanted to be nude and pliable in his hands.
Nick whipped off his shirt, but his gaze didn’t leave her body.The desire in his eyes made her feel such power and she rejoiced in it.He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her, which was good, because she wanted him to see everything.
He stopped undressing, rapt.Claire stripped, anxious to have him inside her.
Only, as she got down to the final barrier, her flimsy panties, he interrupted her with a word.
“No.”
“No?”
“Leave your panties on.For now.”With that, Nick sat on the bed, planted his feet on the floor and patted his lap.
“You want me to sit on your lap?”
“No, Claire.I want you over my knee.”Lust radiated from him, from the hard glint in his eye to the tendon flexing in his neck.
This was new for them.They hadn’t indulged in this sort of play before, and even though she was in no way opposed, it felt like a big step.She and Arthur had had their kinkier moments, but she’d always been so comfortable with him.
Sometimes, with Nick, she still got the sense that he was an unknown quantity.Part of her wanted to keep him at a distance, but the other part of her wanted to learn all his mysteries.
Friends with benefits.There was nothing that said those friends couldn’t get a little kinky when the occasion called for it.
At the same time, she recognized this called for a different level of trust.
Nick sensed her reticence.“Have I crossed a line?”
“No.Not at all.I told you before I was open-minded.I meant what I said.”
“So you have no issue being spanked,friend?”
God.That word again.When it crossed Nick’s lips, and in that tone, it sounded absolutely filthy.“I like being spanked.”
“Well, then, I guess I’ll have to monitor your behavior.Come here, beautiful.”
Claire’s body responded, moving for her.Moving toward him.She couldn’t stay away, and she couldn’t wait to see what he did, what sorts of boundaries he might explore.
She got on the bed and positioned herself over his lap, so that her core was right over his legs.Bracing herself, her elbows on the mattress, she let her legs dangle on the bed.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous.”Nick’s voice was hoarse.He stroked a hand down her bare back, smoothing it over her ribs and waist.As he neared her butt, he lifted his hand, putting it on her thigh instead.
Claire ground against him, frustrated at the lack of contact with her intimate parts.
His hand remained firm on the back of her thigh.“Hold still.”
But she couldn’t.Her sex throbbed and she was so needy.The mere suggestion that he wanted her over his knee had already put her over the edge, and now she just wanted him to touch her there.
“I said, hold still, Claire.”
Petulant, she writhed.He was clearly trying to tease her, and she needed release.
