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Amazing how crazy could be so exciting. Her heart was pounding like it might just beat its way out of her chest and she didn’t need to put her fingers to her wrist to feel her pulse, she could actually see it. With her nipples narrowed to hard little points, brushing against stiff fabric as it moved while she walked, she made her way down to Rick’s apartment.
It had taken her three tries just to get out her own door because she’d turned around and second guessed herself, until she’d finally told herself to nut up. Hell, even if this blew up in her face, she still wanted to do it. A dramatic, crazy, and wild impulse. Because where had being safe gotten her? Single and lusting after a guy who kept pushing her away.
Hey, if he was going to suggest something as wild as spanking, then maybe she needed to show him a little wild to convince him to take a chance with her.
Taking a moment to steady her nerves, she forced herself to breathe deeply, glancing around even though she knew no one was in the stairwell. She felt incredibly paranoid, not too surprisingly. Rapping her knuckles on his door, she just prayed he was home, because if he wasn’t, she didn’t think she’d be able to get up the courage to try this on him again.
When she heard footsteps nearing the door, all of her muscles tensed, as she stamped down the urge to bolt.
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God...
The door opened, and Rick was standing there. Gorgeous as always in a simple gray t-shirt and jean shorts. The moment he saw her, he started to smile, and then a little crease in the center of his forehead appeared as he took in what she was wearing. Maria smiled. She hoped it looked confident, even though she felt like it probably looked more sickly than anything.
And then she opened her trench coat.
Before she could take another breath, she was yanked inside his apartment and pressed up against the wall next to his door, which was quickly slammed shut. He tugged the trench coat back over her breasts, his forehead against hers and his lips only an inch away from a kiss. Maria knew her eyes were wider than they’d ever been in her life.
Excitement, fear, anxiety, and hope roiled around inside of her. Yeah, he’d liked that. This close to him she could see the wild look in his eyes, the dilated pupils, feel his chest as he breathed in deeply. The press of his hips against hers as something very big and very hard dug into her stomach.
“What,” he growled, “the fuck are you doing?” It wasn’t the nice, friendly tone he usually had when he talked to her. Nope. His voice was low, dangerous, and it did funny things to the inside of her stomach. Yeah, she was creaming herself already. This was definitely the side of Rick she’d hoped to invoke with this little stunt.
A tremulous little smile crossed her face and her voice wobbled when she answered him. “Looking for a spanking?”
Rick groaned and closed his eyes, his body pressing even harder against hers as his hips rocked, and she felt the hard ridge of his erection jutting into her stomach, rubbing against it. Sucking in a startled breath, she wriggled a little as his hands slid from her trench coat down to her sides, resting on her hips. Holding her in place against the wall.
The movement made her nipples rub against the stiff fabric of the coat even more, which made her squirm again.
“Hold still,” he gritted out between his teeth. Maria froze. His tone was that of a man at the end of his rope, and she really didn’t know which way he was going to jump. Holding her hips in place, he pulled back and she felt a wave of disappointment wash over her. Dammit. But the look in his eyes made her belly flutter. The trench coat was still covering most of her, his hands helping to secure it to the front of her body, but he was looking at the little bit of skin still revealed like he wanted to lick every inch of it. “It’s not just about spanking, Maria.”
“Then what’s it about?” She wanted to know. Because damn... this was hot. And she wanted sex. With him. Dates too, if he wanted, but mostly she was tired of pretending this attraction between them didn’t exist. Dating would be great, because she liked him, and she would love to date him, but at the end of the day she’d be satisfied with just sex if that’s all she could get.
Being held against the wall, trapped, feeling like he could overwhelm her at any second was just damn sexy. She loved the growling, crackling note in his voice, the way his thumbs were caressing her hips, and the power he seemed to have over her. It was exciting. Even the idea of getting spanked right now sounded pretty exciting. All hot and bothered like this, going over his knee and having her ass up in the air so he could touch her however he wanted, sounded pretty great.
His eyes hooded as he stepped back, studying her and she got the strange sense he was hesitating because he felt vulnerable. Even though he didn’t at all look it. Maria was sure she looked pretty vulnerable as she pulled the edges of the trench coat back together, covering herself more completely. Was that a flash of disappointment she saw in his eyes as she re-dressed herself?
“Come over tonight at eight o’clock. Wear something sexy and black.” His voice was deeper than usual. There was no mistaking his words for anything but a demand.
“Is this a date?” She didn’t even mind his presumptuous orders, coming from him it was really hot. Any other guy she’d been with in the past would have gotten the cold shoulder for trying something like that, but somehow Rick made it exciting. It felt natural from him. Not like he was trying to force himself on her, but like he had an agenda and he expected her to follow through with it. Or not. But if they were going to do this, it was going to be on his terms. It made her insides flutter and her pussy clench.
“No. If you still want to go out after tonight, then I’d like to take you on one,” he said. Now she bristled, because the tone of his voice made it seem as though he didn’t think she could handle whatever it was he was planning.
“Fine. I’ll see you at eight.” Chin held high, she flounced out, tightening the belt of the trench coat around her, deliberately not looking at him. Fortunately, there were no neighbors in the hallway to see her rather ignominious exit. The door closed behind her before she could say goodbye, but in the grand scheme of things that didn’t matter.
They were going out tonight.
Which meant she needed to get her ass back upstairs and search for something to wear. At least he’d made it somewhat easier, but she knew she was going to agonize over it anyway.
7
Dressed in a short black skirt that hugged her thighs and a black lacy tank top with a lining over her breasts and stomach, showing a large portion of her cleavage through the lace where there was no lining, Maria was feeling pretty good. She’d let her hair stay down, her long curls rioting down her back and framing her tanned skin with all the black. Bright red lipstick was the only splash of color she allowed herself. Even her shoes were unrelieved black strappy heels.
It wasn’t the kind of outfit she’d normally wear on a date, more like something she’d wear to go out dancing with her sisters—back before they all got married and still wanted to go dancing—but it made her feel good. And Rick had said tonight wasn’t a date. Besides, she wanted to keep him drooling over her.
All afternoon she’d been reliving the press of his body against hers, the way he’d trapped her against the wall, the intensity in his blue eyes when he’d been inches away from kissing her. It drove her nuts that he hadn’t.
Her heart hammered in her chest as she studied herself. Sexy. Confident. And dressed exactly the way he’d told her to. That last still made her feel a little uncertain—she knew exactly what her sisters would say if they knew some guy had dictated her clothing choices for her—but she was too excited to really care. Besides, since he hadn’t told her where they were going, it only made sense that he help her know how to dress, right? That’s what she told herself anyway.
“I can do this,” she whispered to herself, smoothing her hands over her outfit. It definitely hugged her curves more than it used to, which made her wonder if it was too much... “No, stop it. You’ve done this already.”
