And that’s when she fisted her hands on her womanly hips. “Because you want to,” she said with all the confidence he’d come to expect from her. “Because you need this as much as I do. Because fucking might not be enough. Becausemoremight be a risk we take until we reach our limit. Because I’m desperately in love with you and need this, but only from you, and only if you want this too.”
She pushed onto her toes, draped her arms over his shoulders. “Love is light. Love is also dark. Love is laughter and pain. Love is tender and dirty. It’s whatever we choose it to be.”
A growl buried so deep inside thundered out of him as he took her in his arms and kissed her. He locked her in place. Though there was no escape from his clutches, his kiss was gentle and loving.
When he stopped, she whispered, “I am sorry, not just to you or to me, but to an organization that deserves my best.”
“Sorry isn’t enough,” he said. “I will spank you.”
“Yessssss,” she hissed. As he peered into her half-hooded eyes, she started shaking.
“Are you scared?” he asked.
There was a healthy degree of fear that he anticipated she might have, but that would only ratchet up the sexual tension. Pain can be a strong aphrodisiac, but only if done right.
Teddy would takegoodcare of his woman.
Leaning close, she rested her forehead against his chest.
“I’ve had this fantasy for a long time,” she whispered. “But I’ve never been with anyone I trusted enough—or was this attracted to. My feelings are intense. After seeing a different side of you tonight, I want this now, more than ever.”
He kissed the top of her head, stroked her long hair, still in the ponytail.
“You’re so sexy,” she murmured. “And filled with so much rage. I gotta have you.”
Off came her bra before she shimmied out of her panties. She wasn’t just naked, she was completely vulnerable. She sashayed to the large bed, crawled on and arched her back, pushing her sexy-as-hell ass into the air. Then, she gestured with her finger for him to join her.
He would take this next step with her, because it wasforher.
“You will feel my wrath,” he bit out.
He didn’t remove his motorcycle boots, nor his leather jacket. But he did rip off his motorcycle gloves.
With a slow and deliberate step, he walked to the side of the bed closest to her and he wrapped his left hand around the front of her neck as if he were going to strangle her. But he didn’t tighten his grasp. With his right hand, he caressed her back, her ass, her thighs.
Slowly.
Her raspy groan had him relishing the ache in her voice.
After he caressed her shoulder, he pressed his mouth against her heated skin and kissed it, then he bit her soft skin.
She gasped. “I’m sorry,” she murmured.
“You. Are. A. Bad. Girl.” He caressed her bottom, then…
Whack!
He lightly smacked her ass.
“Again,” she pleaded.
Whack!
Same degree of pressure on her other ass cheek.
“More?” he asked.
“Please,” she murmured. “I was very, very bad.”
