He lifts his hand and brings it down hard against my ass.
My body betrays me. Instead of howling in disgusted, painful fury, a moan slips out of my lips. Another follows quickly behind, as he delivers a second spank.
I grip the bedsheet tightly, and have to force myself to stop pushing my hips backward for another.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
He bends over and places an electrifying kiss against the hot, bumpy handprint he marked me with. It zaps through my body, settling defiantly in a tight, wanting knot in my core. I want more than he’s willing to give. Not his hand, but something else.
His mouth… The throbbing source of the tent in his pants, even better.
Colter stands and I jump to my feet on his bed. With the added height, I can look him straight in the eye.
“Fuck you,” I spit, trying to regain any sense of composure I can, and slam both my fists into his rock-solid chest.
Before I see it coming, Colter’s hand wraps around my face and squeezes my cheeks together. He holds me firmly, but not painfully, and our eyes meet. His eyes burn with dark severity at my retaliation. Mine must mirror my thoughts, and how I can’t stop myself from finding this so fucking hot.
“Poor choice of words,” he says.
My pulse starts racing. He was willing to bend me over and spank me without hesitation. I shouldn’t think he’s not willing to take it a step further.
But at the same time, there isn’t a part of me that’s rushing to stop him.
He holds me in place as his eyes travel down my body. They stop at my thighs, which I left uncovered in my haste to show my disapproval of what he was doing. A tremendous and deep rumble comes from his chest, nearly making my already wobbly legs crumble.
He pulls me forward and our mouths smash together. They lock in an earthshattering kiss. Colter’s greedy tongue instantly fights through the barriers of my lips to get a better taste of me.
I throw my hands up to his head, and tug the handfuls of damp hair I grip. His hands snake down my body, one resting on my thigh, the other reaching for the scorched flesh he left on my buttock.
I moan into his mouth, feeling the sting of his grip.
He growls into mine. It’s a savage, primal sound that tells me what words could never express…
Colter Crawford is the king of this jungle.
And his eyes are set on me.
Satisfied that his message is coming across, Colter breaks our kiss and his hands immediately reach for my pants to pull them up. I can’t tell you how much it hurts, when I would’ve given him any damn thing he wants…
“Has my message come across clearly?” he asks, offering me a courteous hand to help me off his bed.
“Loud and clear,” I say, dragging a finger between the grooves of his immaculate six-pack.
For a split second, wanting him outweighs every reason I shouldn’t.
I need to get out of here. Like, right now.
The door clicks shut behind me, and only then does my body catch up with what just happened.
My skin still burns where his hand landed, my pulse still throbs low and needy, and that’s the part that unsettles me most.
I didn’t just endure the punishment. I wanted it.
What the fuckandoh God, that was amazing, runs through my mind as I make my way back to my room.
Chapter Twenty-One
Colter
