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“But that’s rude.”
“Hey, you’re family. You don’t need to worry about being rude.”
She burst into tears and panic filled his face. “What is it? What did I say? Shit. Baby, stop crying. You’re dehydrated enough as it is.” He drew her back into his arms, rocking her back and forth.
“You m-made me drink three gallons this afternoon. I’m not d-dehydrated.”
“It wasn’t quite that much,” he said dryly. “More like half a gallon. And you needed it. I still can’t believe you fell asleep on the side of the road. I’m going to have nightmares about that for a long time.”
“You and me both.” She shuddered. “I didn’t mean to. I was exhausted.”
“Which is why it’s bedtime.”
“I need another shower. I feel sticky from all that aloe vera stuff.”
He nodded, then guided her into the bathroom. He was so sweet. Although he scowled when she tried to hide herself as he was undressing her.
“We’ve had this conversation before, pretty girl. You will not hide yourself from me.”
“I know. It’s just still hard to believe you want me.”
“Right, I know you’re tired, but you know the rules. Turn around and face the counter.”
“You’re not . . . you can’t! Everyone will hear me!”
“We’re far enough away that no one should hear. Although I wouldn’t scream too loudly.” He spun a finger in the air. She gulped and turned.
“I’m only going to give you ten tonight because you need your sleep and you’ve had a rough day. But I want you to remember how much I adore you. I think you’re the hottest woman I’ve ever seen. And I love you.”
Tears filled her eyes even before he started spanking her. She faced the mirror, her hands clenched around the edge of the counter as he smacked her twice.
She gasped.
Ouch. Shit. That stung.
Another two landed.
“I hate hearing you talk so badly about yourself.”
Smack! Smack!
“You’re gorgeous and kind and smart.”
Smack! Smack!
“I’m going to start spanking you every time I hear you say something derogatory about yourself.”
Smack! Smack!
“And I don’t much care who’s around!”
He wouldn’t. Would he? He turned her around as tears dripped down her cheeks. Her face throbbed.
Ow. Ouch. Owie.
But as she sniffled against his chest, her tears wetting his T-shirt, she also realized how much lighter she felt.
Butch really didn’t like her speaking badly about herself. He really did think she was beautiful.
“You okay, pretty girl?”
She wrapped her arms around his waist. “Better than okay. I’m loved.”
“You certainly are.”
After stripping off, he washed them both in the shower. His hands roamed everywhere. She had no idea if he was doing it on purpose or by accident, but by the time he’d dried her off, it felt like her entire body was on fire.
“Butch,” she moaned.
“What is it? Are you tired?”
He led her into the bedroom and drew back the bedding.
“No.” She shifted from foot to foot, trying hard not to cover herself.
“Are you hungry?”
“No.” He moved to one of the drawers and drew out her pajamas, frowning at them. They weren’t sexy.
Wait. Who put her stuff away? It must have been him. That was so sweet. She’d never had someone unpack for her before.
“You unpacked my stuff?”
“Of course I did. What’s wrong? You didn’t want me to? Don’t worry, I put Mr. Wiggly in a special drawer. Even put some fresh batteries in him.”
“You didn’t!”
“Sure did. Now, if I want to use him on you, I can.”
Lara gaped at him in shock.
“I don’t like you wearing these pajamas.”
“I know they’re ugly and old. Not very sexy.”
“That’s not it.” He shook his head. “They’re men’s pajamas.”
“Yeah. They’re comfy. Why? Oh, they’ve never belonged to someone else. Well, not someone I ever knew. They’re from a thrift store.”
He chucked them over toward the door. “I can do better than that. You can have one of my T-shirts.”
Swoon. Only . . . she shifted from foot to foot.
“Are you doing a pee dance?”
She froze. “What?”
“A pee dance. Do you need to pee?”
She was horrified for a moment, then she saw the twinkle in his eye. The asshole knew exactly what was wrong. She stalked toward him, hoping he’d step back the way she would have. But he simply folded his arms and watched her with a wicked grin.
“You know what’s wrong with me.”
“Do I, pretty girl? I’m not sure I do. Are you certain you don’t need to pee? Or have you got gas?”
“I haven’t got gas. I’m horny!” She slapped her hand over her mouth after she said that. He threw back his head and roared with laughter. And suddenly, she wasn’t so embarrassed. Because she’d do anything to get him to laugh like that.
She grinned.
“Are you?” he asked, wiping the tears from his eyes. “And just what shall we do about that?”
“Well, you could get on the bed. Right fucking now.”
His eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?” His voice was pure danger. “Are you forgetting who is in charge?”
