into her pussy. Definitely slick and hot. And tight. Still really damned tight.
She said his name in that breathy, begging way again, and he added a second finger, gliding in and out, loving the feel of her already.
“How do you want me, Jocelyn?” he asked, circling his thumb over her clit.
She bit her bottom lip. Oh, she had a request. He could tell. She wanted him to be bossy but she had an idea.
“Tell me,” he said firmly, curling his fingers into her G-spot.
She gasped and let her head drop back. “You…” She took a breath. “You mentioned flour handprints on my ass.”
Oh. Fuck. Yes.
He removed his fingers, pulled her off the island and turned her to face it in one swift, smooth move. He leaned in, his front to her back, his whole body against hers, his cock pressing into her ass. “You like being spanked?”
“I have no idea,” she said softly.
Even better. He ran his hands down her arms to her wrists, then lifted her hands to the table. “Don’t move them,” he said, pressing them into the wooden top.
She nodded.
He reached around her, running his palms through the flour that had spilled and was now spread over the work surface by her body. He leaned back, seeing that white powder already dusted her back and her ass. He put one hand over her right butt cheek, pressing and squeezing slightly, making a perfect handprint.
“Oh yeah, that’s pretty,” he said.
She arched her back, almost instinctively, as if offering her ass up to him. He gave her a little swat as a reward. She gasped, more from surprise than pain. He leaned in, his mouth against her ear. “How was that?”
“Hot,” she said, her voice husky.
He bit her earlobe and she moaned. He dragged his mouth down her neck, making sure the scruff on his jaw abraded the sensitive skin. Goose bumps broke out and her nipples tightened. She groaned. He bit the curve of her neck where her shoulder began, and the groan turned to a whimper.
“Fuck, you are so good,” he told her. “I am going to love fucking you.”
She shivered at his graphic language. He leaned back and gave her another swat, this one a little harder.
“Yesss,” she hissed softly.
They barely knew one another but she clearly trusted him. That fired his blood and made his cock rock hard. He would take such good care of her. Did she sense that somehow? Did she sense the way he was feeling? This protective, possessive thing that he didn’t want, but couldn’t deny?
He rubbed her ass then swatted the other side, rubbing away the sting immediately as she pressed into his hand. Covering her in flour from his hands was strangely erotic and satisfying. As if he was marking her.
He was in so much trouble.
“Grant, I need you,” she said, her voice pleading.
He ran his hand over her sweet curves again. “I know, sweetheart, I know.” He leaned over and snagged his pants, pulling out his wallet, and then a condom. He’d had no idea he’d need this tonight, but he was always prepared. At least where condoms were concerned.
He wasn’t sure he was truly prepared for Jocelyn Asher at all.
“Please.” She pressed back when he’d straightened again, her ass against his cock. “Please.”
“Please what?” He ripped the condom packet open, then rolled the thing on one handed. “Tell me what you want.”
He wanted to push her. Just like her letting him swat her ass, he wanted to know what all she’d let him do, how far she’d let him go. How much would she trust him?
“Please. I want you inside me.”
He put his mouth on her ear again as a need to push—and more, a need to see how far she’d trust him—rose inside him. “I want you to ask me to fuck you,” he said, his voice rough. He reached up and took a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He plucked, then pinched.
She moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder.
“Say it, Jocelyn. Tell me you want me to fuck you. That you’ll just stand here, hold on, and take it.”
“Yes.” Her voice was wobbly. “Yes, I’ll take whatever you want to give me.”
A surge of emotion went through him, and he took her hips in both hands. He wasn’t going to try to define that emotion. Or analyze it. At least not beyond the realization he was in way too deep with this woman already. That he recognized without giving it a single bit