Maybe I would.
“Oh, you think you’re a tough girl, huh?” he asked, daring to beckon me with his hand. His hair was in his face, hiding his handsome features. Maybe that was a good thing since my nipples were already aching.
Totally inappropriate.
I raked my hand through my wet hair, giving him a death stare. “I am, but you can come to me.” I shifted back and forth from foot to foot, laughing provocatively as I did. “You don’t have the guts to come after me.”
What the hell? Not only was I enjoying myself, but I was also furious that he continued to act as if he was in the right.
So I blew him a kiss.
And what did the man do?
He lunged for me, his dark, deep, and husky laugh sending a shower of electrified tingles all the way to my toes.
CHAPTER 6
Christine
All time stopped.
I didn’t know that was possible, but it would seem anything involving this man was totally plausible.
The flower killer’s feet left the ground. That’s how much oomph he put into the jump. I couldn’t help myself, in slight awe as I watched him launch himself through the air toward me.
Then down I went for the count, the man bowling into me with his weight.
And the feel of his rock-hard cock pressed between my legs.
We both took deep breaths, holding them as he pushed up from me.
Then he dared shift his hips back and forth.
“What are you doing?” I hissed through clenched teeth.
“Teaching you a lesson, little girl. I guess I’m going to need to pull out all the stops.”
“I’m no little girl in case you haven’t noticed.” What the hell was I doing, egging him on? Was I nuts?
He laughed as if this was one big joke, rolling off and into a sitting position. Before I had a chance to scramble away, he had me in his arms. The man was even stronger than he looked, which was truly something special.
When he had the nerve to jerk me over his lap, I was so shocked I couldn’t react fast enough. “What? What?”
“Don’t what me. You assaulted me. That calls for a little punishment.”
Whoa. Hold on. Was he kidding me? I didn’t have time to question what the hell he was doing before he brought his hand down on my butt. Not once but several times. I squealed like a stuck pig. “Stop that. Stop it!”
“Not until you apologize.”
“I am not going to apologize.” Even though my shorts had ridden up to the point half my butt cheeks were in view. Oh, shit, this was horrible.
He shifted on the ground, not bothered in the least we were still getting soaked. “I heard spankings hurt much worse with water involved. You’ll need to tell me whether that’s true or not.”
The brutal smack of his palm could likely be heard halfway down the block.
“I’ll scream!” I tossed out.
His snicker just pissed me off even more. He wasn’t stopping, moving from one side to the other as if we’d known each other for years.
