Page 34 of Tristan’s Temptation

“Tristan.” She arched against him as his lips and teeth and tongue tormented the side of her neck. He knew how to rouse her. He knew the spots that made her twitch and groan. And with every tryst, he learned more. He ached to discover it all, even if it took forever. He skated his hand up her flank and cupped her breast. When he swiped a thumb over a nipple, her entire body jerked in response.

“I want you.” He allowed his mouth to make the pilgrimage to her ear and over her cheek, to trail along her jawline and nibble at the dimple on her chin. Then he took her lips.

He tasted her gently at first, rubbing his lips against hers until they were tender and tingling. He laved her lips with his tongue, tasting the sweet nectar of her breath. Then, finally, he settled his lips upon hers and set about seducing her with his mouth. He drew her tongue into his mouth and sucked and was shot through with passion when she reciprocated. His kiss became wilder then. He held her head and feasted madly, loving everything from the taste of her to the tiny impassioned grunts issuing forth as he explored, demanding more and ever more.

His cock was hard and throbbing. He was ready to take her now. But then, he’d been ready to take her since Friday. He needed to bring her along in this raging desire. Draw her closer to the insanity he felt, secure her in his world so she couldn’t slip away again—could never, would never, show up on a date with another man, for Christ’s sake.

What he wanted, rather desperately, was to stake his claim.

His mind flew through his options and suddenly it dawned on him.

He knew how to capture her.

He knew exactly what to do.

He pulled back and frowned at her. Sternly.

“I was furious when you told me you had a date tonight. You should have told me it was with a friend.”

“You didn’t ask,” she responded playfully. Then again, she hadn’t yet realized where this was going.

He narrowed his eyes. “You knew what I would assume.”

“I have no idea what you mean.” She tried to turn away. He stopped her.

“Really? Do you know what I think?”

“What?”

“I think you were trying to make me jealous. Were you?”

She fixated on the little crocodile on the left breast of his shirt. “Maybe.”

“You don’t think that was a naughty thing to do?” Her gaze rocketed back to his and her dainty little nostrils flared as comprehension dawned. “You don’t think I have a right to be angry?”

“I—”

“No.” He cut her off. “No excuses. Was it a naughty thing to do? Yes or no.”

“Yes?”

“Are you asking me a question or are you telling me a fact?”

“Yes. It was a terribly naughty thing to do, but—”

“Ah!” He halted her words with a finger to her lips. “Then you agree, you should have a spanking.” It wasn’t really a question but he waited for her answer. It was difficult to wait because she was getting nervous and restless, which meant she was fidgeting and tugging at her lip with her teeth, and, frankly, both of those moves inflamed the predator in him.

“I suppose.”

“No. You don’t suppose. The answer is yes or no.”

“Yes.” A whisper.

She didn’t meet his eyes when she said it so he tipped her chin up. “What? I didn’t hear you.”

“Yes.” She stared at him. Her lips trembled. “I should have a spanking.”

Sharp satisfaction sliced through him and he dropped her chin. His cock twitched in anticipation. In a moment he was going to have Shannon Weiss draped across his lap with her skirt up, with her panties down around her knees.