Big Shot(26)
The genuine concern in his tone and his tender touch startled her. Ever since they were kids, they’d always been so competitive, so intent on provoking one another past the point of irritation. Even as adults, that same push-pull behavior had held true, but the fact that he’d sensed her deeper, more troubling thoughts enough to make sure she was okay shed light on him as more than just her business rival. This man’s caring side that he rarely showed anyone was dangerous to her suddenly wildly beating heart.
All she knew in that moment was that she didn’t want to think about Mitch anymore or her own shortcomings in the relationship that had caused him to stray, to make her feel less of a woman who hadn’t been able to meet his needs. Not when she had a smokin’-hot guy standing right in front of her, more than willing and very capable of making her forget everything but sheer physical bliss.
She reached out and tucked her fingers into the waistband of his jeans, giving them a playful little tug. “I’m thinking I want your pants off so you’re just as naked as I am.”
A slow, sinful grin kicked up the corner of his mouth, and if Natalie had still been wearing panties, they would have hit the floor all on their own. “That I can do,” he said, and had them stripped off, along with the rest of his clothing, in less than a minute flat.
She glanced down his body, taking her time to peruse all his masculine perfection. When she reached his straining erection, her * clenched instinctively. Appreciatively. If she’d thought he’d felt huge in her hand just a while ago, without the confinement of denim, he was inches longer and twice as thick.
She reached out and wrapped her fingers around his shaft and stroked him in her fist. His skin was hot, his cock hard and smooth against her palm. He pulsed and flexed in her hand, and when a bead of pre-come leaked from the tip, she brushed her thumb over the slit, smearing the silky fluid all over the plump head.
“Fuck,” he rasped, and grabbed her wrist to pull her hand away, his chest heaving, his eyes smoldering. “That feels too damn good, but I prefer to be buried balls deep inside of your tight * when I come.”
God, this man’s filthy words were like a slow, heated caress right between her legs. Just as potent as his tongue had been against her clit. “I’d prefer that, too.”
“Good to know we’re on the same page.” He nudged her a few steps backwards, until her knees hit the edge of the mattress and she toppled onto the bed. She came up on her elbows, watching as he strolled to the nightstand, retrieved a condom, and sheathed his cock. When he returned to the foot of the bed again, he met her gaze, his dark and tempting as he stroked his own cock in his hand.
His eyes traveled from her breasts all the way down to where her legs were slightly parted, giving him a teasing glimpse of her *. “You ready to show me how contrite you are for your naughty behavior tonight?”
She nodded, unable to deny how eager she was to comply with his demands, knowing the end result would mean more pleasure for her. “Yes.”
He stood a few feet away, and despite not wearing a stitch of clothing, he still managed to exude a commanding, authoritative presence. “I want you facedown on the bed on your knees, with your chest pressing against the mattress and your arms extended straight above your head. I want your ass as high in the air as you can get it, but keep your legs pressed together.”
She blinked at him in surprise, though something dark, arousing, and forbidden swirled in her belly at the thought of assuming such a porn star position. She’d never done anything so brazen, so indecent, but she should have known that there wasn’t anything about Wes that was vanilla when it came to sex.
When she took too long to contemplate his request, he inclined his head and smirked. “Did you misunderstand me?”
She quickly shook her head. “Umm, no.” She’d heard him just fine.
“Then do as I ask, now, unless you want to increase your punishment?”
He seemed so stern, so assertive, and that show of dominance aroused her more than she’d ever thought possible, she realized, as she rolled onto her hands and knees and assumed the explicit position he was not-so-patiently waiting for. She stretched her arms above her head and kept her legs locked together as she raised her bottom as high as it could go, wondering how she could be such a strong, confident, self-assured woman in her daily life yet so willing to acquiesce to this man’s orders in the bedroom.
But the answer didn’t really matter, not when her body was already buzzing with anticipation, quivering with need.
With her cheek pressed to the soft, cool comforter and her back arched to accommodate her upturned hips, she closed her eyes as she felt Wes move onto the bed. He knelt behind her, pressing his knees against the outside of hers, pinning them together and preventing her from opening her legs at any time.
“Jesus, you have such a fine, pretty ass,” he murmured as he kneaded the soft flesh in his hands. “It’s going to look even prettier after I spank it. Are you ready to be disciplined for your actions tonight?”
Arousal and the slightest trickle of apprehension mingled inside her. “Yes,” she whispered, and braced herself for the unknown.
“This is for tempting me with that French maid costume,” he said, his voice low and rough as he spanked her right cheek.
She jerked in shock and moaned into the comforter, and he soothed the sting with a gentle caress of his palm, which was an unexpected and pleasant contrast to the smack he’d just delivered.