He rubbed the light pink mark his hand left on her behind, causing her to moan softly.
“Why’d you do it?”
“I…”
“And be honest. That’ll determine whether you can walk when I’m done with you.”
She shifted so she could look at him, a grin on her face. “Just so you know, I hope I can’t.”
“Yeah?”
She nodded.
This woman was going to be the death of him. And he was fairly certain she was well aware of it.
Chapter Twelve
Violet couldn’t believe she was doing this.
Not once in her life had she ever imagined herself letting a man spank her.
Then again, she’d never imagined herself with a man like Simon Jennings. There was something different about him. Something darkly alluring beneath that nice-guy exterior. It was both unexpected and refreshing. Probably because he didn’t seem to be putting on a front. This came naturally to him. His assertiveness in the bedroom turned her on more than she’d ever thought it would.
“Tell me, Violet,” he said, his hands caressing her ass.
Figuring it was best to get this out of the way, she opted for the truth. “I left because I wanted you too much.”
“You wanted me?” He didn’t sound convinced.
“Yes.” It helped that she didn’t have to look at him when she spoke. Granted, she wasn’t immune to him ogling her bare ass, either.
“Explain.”
“I woke up and wanted you,” she told him. “Since I’d already had you—three times—it scared me.”
“Hmm.” His hand kneaded her ass, teasing her bare flesh. “So your instinct is to run when you’re scared?”
“I guess.”
He shifted and she felt his towel as it slid down her legs to the floor. Then she felt the hard ridge of his cock as he rubbed it between her ass cheeks. Sparks danced along her skin.
“You don’t have to be scared of me. I’ll never do anything you don’t want me to,” he said softly, the head of his cock pressing gently against her entrance.
“It wasn’t that,” she admitted.
“Then what scared you?”
Violet held her breath, unable to answer. Partly because she didn’t want to give that much of herself to this man. She did not want him to know he had that kind of power over her. That was how her mother had ended up the way she did, a prisoner of her feelings. Granted, Daphne had fallen for a man who wasn’t worthy of her, but still.
Simon’s lips brushed along her spine as he leaned over her. He kissed a path up her back, over her neck. She’d never realized that was an erogenous zone until his mouth caused trails of fire to blaze straight to her core.
His body covered hers, his heat spreading through her. She whimpered when he lifted her right leg, resting her knee on the mattress like he had last night. A second later, his cock pressed against her entrance, sinking inside of her. Slow and deep.
“What scared you, Violet?” he whispered as her pussy stretched around his thick, beautiful cock.
“I want you too much,” she blurted, fisting the blankets as pleasure fizzed in her bloodstream.
“I know the feeling.” He rolled his hips, pinning her upper body to the bed while he stood behind her, fucking her like he owned her.
