I didn’t.
So he didn’t.
The spanking continued with me fighting him until my bottom was no doubt red as a beet and aching. But all the while he was acting as if I deserved such harsh punishment, my pussy was throbbing, my desire for him stronger than I’d ever experienced. Even my mouth was watering, the taste of his pre-cum lingering on my tongue.
Being in his arms and experiencing his rough kisses was exactly as I’d imagined on all those lonely nights.
Perfect.
As was this. He was chuckling when he tossed the spoon aside. While I expected he’d let me go, he didn’t. Instead, he took the opportunity to roll his fingers down my spine. The touch was even more sensual, but I could tell he was having difficulty. His breathing was more labored, the slight groans keeping goosebumps dancing down my arms.
Something changed.
He stopped moving, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
“You’ve had enough,” he finally said, his voice entirely different than before. When he released my hands, he surprised me by taking a step away.
Maybe I’d thought he’d pull me into his arms again.
I guess I’d thought wrong.
Still winded more from excitement than anything else, I pushed up from the counter, easing onto my feet.
He’d returned to the perch I’d caught him at what now seemed a lifetime before. Eyes glued to the outside. Hands gripping the edge of the counter.
Muscles tense.
Not looking at me. Was it from fear of his own reaction or maybe the temptation I offered?
The only difference was he was now standing completely devoid of clothes. I took a deep breath, holding the air in my lungs as I raked my gaze down from his chiseled jaw to his chest, his hipbone protruding out and the slight hint of the deep V in his abdomen I’d noticed earlier.
He was rugged in so many ways, handsome in all.
The man was a true creation of some amazing deity that I wanted to thank.
“You should get dressed. Now that the rain has stopped, hopefully, I can get some phone reception so I can find out how long we can expect to be stuck up here. If not, I’ll take the truck out and see if I can get some reception on my two-way radio. At some point if I need to, I’ll see if…” His shoulders slumped. “I’ll see if one of the chopper pilots can get you off the mountain.”
My jaw stiffened. Will had been a pilot. That much I did remember. “Are you trying to get rid of me so fast?” I don’t know why, but I found it necessary to drive some humor into the moment. The switch had flipped again out of the blue and he’d fallen back into the same moment of sadness.
I was certainly no mental health expert, but I knew enough to feel concerned about his wellbeing.
He didn’t bother acknowledging I’d said anything to him.
At least at first.
“I’m sorry, Kenzie. What just happened was wrong.”
“Wrong? Why wrong? We’re both adults. We’re not attached to anyone else.”
The heavy sigh was filled with frustration. “Because it was. That’s all you need to know.”
“No, that’s not an answer. That’s a copout, Axe. You know it.”
I noticed not only was he standing on the tee shirt I’d worn but the sweatpants were on the other side of him nestled against his leg.
“It’s the only answer needed.”
“That’s not fair. Did I do something wrong?” Why was I asking?
