“If you keep bringing it up, you’re going to get another one,” I threaten, motioning for her to follow me. “And it wasn’t that bad. Just a little color.”
“Easy for you to say,” she mutters. “You weren’t the one who got spanked.”
I shouldn’t do this. Shouldn’t say this. But I can’t help myself. I stop in my tracks and turn, towering over the beautiful girl I can’t get out of my head.
“I’ll make a deal with you,” I say. “Tonight, I’ll give you another spanking. One that you’re sure to enjoy.”
“What kind of deal is that?” she asks, her eyes getting wide.
“That’s not the deal,” I growl. “If you don’t enjoy it, you’ll never get another spanking from me. No matter what you do. I’ll just punch a wall or something.”
“That was the alternative tospankingme?” she questions. “You’re so violent… Okay, so you spank me, and if I hate it, you’ll never spank me again? I mean, I wasn’t planning on doing anything that would put me over your knee again, but it would be nice to know it isn’t an option. But what if I—enjoy it?”
“You have to let me taste you,” I say, leaning closer. “Anywhere I choose.”
Lea gulps and her face turns red. A shudder puts goosebumps on her skin, and I see her pulse in her neck. Her green eyes flicker with curiosity, hesitation, and concern.
“That’s it? Nothing more than that?” she asks, like she needs reassurance, while secretly unsure what shereallywants.
“That’s it,bambina,” I assure her. “If we make this deal, I’ll honor it. You have my word. Nothing but a taste—unless you beg for more.”
She shudders again, but then she slowly nods, biting her bottom lip. “Okay. You’ve seen my bare ass once already, so I guess it doesn’t matter. But just so you know, if I don’t enjoy it, and Iknow you can’t spank me, I’m going to be a brat the rest of the time you’re holding me hostage.”
“So, nothing will change?” I growl, playfully swatting the back of her jeans.
“Hey! That doesn’t mean you can just start slapping my ass whenever you want to!” she protests, scurrying away from me.
“Then I’ll save them all for later,” I chuckle, following her toward the Jeep.
She’s damn sure going to enjoy it. I saw how wet she got last night. Even when it started to hurt, she still couldn’t stop grinding herself against me. I would have stopped her, if I wasn’t hard as a rock myself.
It would be so easy to claim her. So easy to make her mine in every way. But I’ll settle for a taste. I don’t deserve more than that. I certainly don’t deserve her innocence. The man who gets that pleasure should be able to give her the world, and I don’t mean money. They should love her the way a woman deserves to be loved and have a lot more to offer her than a few days.
“Oh, my god!” Lea says, peering into the back of the Jeep. “You really do have a shotgun, rope, and a bunch of knives back here!”
“Did you think I was lying?” I ask. “I always pack the essentials.”
“Your definition of essentials and mine arewaydifferent!” she says, walking around to the passenger door. “Seriously, why did you bring all of that?”
“There are wild boars on the island,” I explain. “And if we happen to run into one, you’ll be glad I have the shotgun.”
“And the rest of it?” she questions.
“Because I’m not going to leave good meat out here to spoil,” I laugh. “That would be a waste.”
“I didn’t realize this was a hunting trip.” She rolls her eyes as I open the door and help her into the Jeep.
“At least you’re not the prey.” I lean closer to her. “Yet.”
Her face turns red and I smile as I close the door. I walk around to the driver’s side and get in. She still looks a little flustered, but there’s a hint of a grin on her soft lips. They’re still begging for a kiss, but that isn’t what I plan to taste.
“The statues aren’t far from here. We’ll spend as much time as you want looking at them, have lunch, and head back to the resort,” I explain, glancing over at her. “Then you’re going to get a spanking.”
“Wonderful,” she says, her grin getting a little wider. “I didn’t even do anything wrong, and I’m still going to get a spanking.”
“If you start acting like a brat now, I might forget all about tasting you, and just blister your ass,” I warn. “Make up for all the spankings you’re not going to get after I’m done.”
“Hey!” she protests, squirming in her seat. “That’s not the deal we made.”
