“It means I take what I want.” He straightened his elbows, giving him enough distance to look into her eyes. “And good girls like you don’t want their plump little asses smacked.”
My ass smacked?
He’dspankme?
No one had ever done that. She’d kick them in the balls if they even tried.
Wouldn’t she?
She could imagine the red slap mark on her cheek, feel his fingers digging into her hips as he held her in place. She’d hike her bottom up, thrusting back to chase his dick because she was so desperate for friction she could hardly stand it.
He pushed off the back of the couch and headed into the kitchen. “You want coffee or hot chocolate?”
Yanked from her sexual haze, she was on fire. Head to toe, her entire body trembled with excitement. She wanted to taste his mouth and slide her hands under his shirt. She wanted to unbutton his jeans and pull him out, hold his hot, hard length in her hand.
Never in her entire life had she been so attracted to a man. But this one? He was the opposite of what she’d thought she wanted.
He was dark, intense, broody. Something volatile simmered just beneath the surface.
With her girl-next-door looks and lack of experience, she was not his match on any level.
And yet, the wordcockcoming out of his mouth was the most erotic thing she’d ever heard. She grew restless at the image of him big and thick, so erect it hit his flat belly. Need tore through her. She wanted him in her mouth, her hands on his ass. She wanted him inside her, filling her?—
“Which one do you want?” his deep voice jerked her out of her fantasy.
“What?” She started as if he’d heard her thoughts.
Which do you want? My cock in your mouth or your pussy?
Heat flashed across her body, making her burn.
“Hellcat?” He leaned out of the kitchen. “Coffee or cocoa?”
“Um...” She couldn’t even look at him. “Cocoa.”Get up and act normal. “Actually, I want to watch so I can learn how to make it.”This is good.She’d keep busy. Take her mind off sex. She got up and headed into the kitchen.
And since when is sex all you can think about?
It had never been a priority. It was fun. It relieved stress.
Well, wait. If she really thought about it, it was a way to connect to Landon. A moment of intimacy with him in an otherwise crazy day of business meetings and recording sessions that went on for twenty hours.
They had so little time together that when they talked, it was about business. How her interview went or what riff he’d come up with for a song. What their tour schedule looked like or the ongoing battle she was having with her producer.
Sex was the only time they connected outside of work.
Of course, it hadn’t been enough for him.
She could see that now. And really, how had it been enough for her?
It seemed another thing she and Slick had in common, valuing career over relationships.
If she’d been raised by a loving parent like her dad, she might’ve turned out differently. But she’d been raised by a money and status-hungry woman who’d pushed her to achieve.
She had to think about that.
“You want to grab the cocoa from that cabinet over there?” he asked.
She followed his gaze and found the box on the shelf. “Sure.”
