“What? What were youjust?”
“I—I was—”
“Show me.” I grabbed her hand and forced it down the front of her panties, urging her fingers into a slow, circular motion against her clit.
She gasped again but didn’t resist, and I pushed her farther, using two of my fingers to guide one of hers deep inside.
Damn,did she feel good.
So slippery. So soft. So hot.
“Show me how you touch yourself,” I commanded. “Show me what you do when you’re all alone in your bed in New York City, desperate to drown out the lights and the sirens, desperate to make yourself shatter.”
I kept my touch light, urging Maddie to take control, just this once. Just so I could see how she liked it. So I could fuckingfeelit.
“That’s it,” I murmured as she took over. “Just like that. You’re gonna show meexactlyhow you’ll fuck yourself when you’re back home remembering what I did to you tonight. Because from here on out, Iknowyou’ll be thinking of me every time you touch this red-hot pussy, won’t you?”
“Yes. Hawke, I…Yes.”
“Good girl.”
She whimpered again, slipping another finger inside herself, deeper and deeper, then drawing back, only to plunge inside once more, then out, then in again, an erotic dance that slowly melted away the last of her shy, sweet embarrassment.
And made my fucking head spin harder than Kiko’s illicit booze.
Letting her take over completely, I withdrew my fingers and dropped to my knees, gently rolling the yoga pants down her hips, sliding them off her legs to reveal the most shapely plum of an ass I’d ever seen. A white lace thong barely covered the twin mounds, the flimsy scrap of fabric pulling tight as she continued to stroke and plunder, making herself so wet, I could fuckinghearit.
“Mmm. Such a nice ass for such a naughty girl.” I buzzed my lips along the crease where the curve of one cheek met her upper thigh, flicking my tongue across the center as I blazed a trail from one thigh to the other, making her hips jolt against the countertop. “But unlike Santa, I don’t give afuckabout naughty or nice. You’re getting spanked either way.”
Maddie gasped, but the arch of her hips told me she wanted every minute of it, as hard and as dirty as I wanted to give it to her.
Fuck, the scent of her desire was so damn overpowering, so damn enticing, I had to fight to remain in my human form.
Maddie Lockwood made me feel like a fuckinganimal.LikeI’d been born the feral wolf, and the human body I now inhabited was nothing more than a temporary shift. A temporary mistake.
Biting back another growl, I rubbed one of her soft globes, then the other. Then I raised my hand and smacked her ass with a crack that startled Bella from her snooze in the living room. The dog yelped and high-tailed it upstairs, but Maddie only moaned, crazy red hair cascading down her back, her head falling forward like a rag doll as she gave herself a thorough fingerbanging. I smacked her ass again, then ghosted my palm over the rapidly pinkening flesh, soothing the sting.
“Hawke!” she cried out, her legs trembling. “I’m going to—”
Crack!
“No, you’re not,” I demanded, my palm radiating heat from the hard slap. “Not until I say so, or you’re sleeping in your car tonight. Understand?”
She clenched her teeth, her body trembling again, seething. “I hate you.”
“I know.”
“Of all the driveways to crash into—”
“That’s it—let it out. Let it all out.”
“You areunbelievable. So full of yourself, and... and you’re just…”
“Keep going, Cupcake. You’ve got more to say—I can tell.”
“You’re mean, and grumpy, and bossy, and—”
“You know what to say if you want out,” I reminded her.
“You’re… you’re the O.G. Grinch who stole Christmas.”
Stifling a laugh, I rubbed her ass, my handprints rising bright against the pale skin. At my soothing touch, a sob of frustration escaped her lips, but no more words about hatred and Grinches.
And most importantly?
No gingerbread. No fucking gingerbread.
She didn’t want me to stop.
Maybe there was a fucking Santa Claus after all.
