“Clay!” She threw a pillow at him, giggling like a schoolgirl.
He caught the pillow and kept it in his lap. “What would happen if I made you wait?”
“What would happen if I kept my clothes on for the rest of the weekend?” She pouted, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
“What would happen if I grabbed you right now and spanked your behind?”
Her eyes grew wide. “What would happen if I tied you up to this headboard and had my way with you?”
Clay slowly moved their breakfast picnic to the side and crawled across the bed toward her like a cat on the prowl. When he was within a few inches of her face, he spoke very slowly with intention. “What would happen if I wanted you to stay here forever?”
His comment must have caught her off-guard because her expression immediately softened, and she brought a hand up to stroke his cheek.
“What would happen if I did?”
