Ishould be ready for his kiss. It’s all I’ve been thinking about since the moment I woke up. But nothing could have prepared me for the demanding, claiming kiss he gives me now.
All the pent-up control I’ve seen him trying to hold in check snaps as he backs me against the workbench.
His beard scrapes my chin; one hand fists my braid, yanking my head back to expose my throat, while the other shoves my shirt up, his fingers raking up my ribs.
I brace for the moment it gets too much, or tooreal.He warned me.
More than once, Holt tried to scare me away from the real version of him. Butinstead of fear, adrenaline surges. Hot, electric heat pools between my thighs. With a moan, I squirm against him, needy and wanting.
Without warning, his palm cracks against my ass through my thin leggings. The sharp, stunning spank jolts me forward, and I gasp into his mouth.
“Too mouthy this morning,” he growls, spanking me again, firmer this time. Heat blooms under the fabric. “Such a brat,” he continues. “Pushing me to the edge.” He pulls back and looks me in the eye, assessing me, seeing if I’ll back down.
I won’t.
“You want to see what happens when I stop holding back, do you?”
My core throbs; my panties are already soaked. No fear. Just want.
This is Holt. I trust him. No matter what.
“Maybe I do,” I taunt breathlessly, grinding against his hand. “Stop dancing around it and wreck me already.”
His eyes blaze, and a dangerous chuckle rumbles from his throat. “Careful what you ask for, doll.” He spins me roughly, bending me facedown on the dusty workbench. The wood is cool against my cheek, sawdust tickling my nose.
But I don’t have time to register anything more. One massive hand pins my wrists at the small of my back; the other yanks my leggings and panties down my legs in one rip, leaving me bare to him.
The sharp air kisses my heated skin, making me shiver in anticipation.
The first spank lands bare, harder without the protective layer of my leggings. The crack of skin on skin echoes in the space, the sting radiating deliciously across my ass cheeks.
I moan, arching back for more, but his palm doesn’t land again. Instead, he spreads his hand across my heated skin and rubs until I’m writhing beneath him.
“Spread your legs,” he orders. “Let me see how wet you are for this.”
I obey, parting my legs as he bends to strip the leggings all the way off my body.
I try to twist to look at him, but Holt holds me firmly in place. His fingers drag through my folds, slow and filthy, circling my clit until I whimper.
“Dripping already, Tessa,” he says. “You like being spanked, do you?”
I can’t help it; I nod. Idolike it.
“Say it,” he orders, his voice rough. “Iwant to hear you tell me how much you like it.”
I bite down on my lower lip, unsure what to say. I’ve never tried any dirty talk. I don’t want to sound?—
“Now.” His command silences the doubt in my head. “Or this ends now.”
No.
“I like it when you spank me,” I blurt out. The admission sends a fresh surge of heat between my legs.
I can’t see his face, but his fingers once more, mercifully, start moving between my legs, letting me know he’s pleased with me, and the knowledge of that thrills me.
“I can see how much you like it.” He twirls and twists his fingers, dancing agonizingly around my clit.
I’m so turned on I can feel my juices running down my thighs, but still, he won’t touch me where I need it.
