back over to Dahlia. Curiosity shines in her eyes, but she strangely remains silent. Chuckling, I set the parcels on the couch and motion for her to come to me. She rises from the floor and the rest of her sheets pool down around her ankles. For a moment, she just stands there, naked as the day she was born. A growl rises from my throat, one I thought I hid rather well. Obviously, I didn’t. Her mouth splits into a wide grin as she strikes a sexy pose.
“Oops. I guess I didn’t make the knots tight enough.”
Growling louder, I pull her close when she gets near enough. “Oh, you didn’t? I guess it must have ‘accidentally’ fallen off you.”
She nods her head vigorously, her crimson hair sliding forward to cover half of her face. Unable to stop myself, I reach out and tuck it back behind her ear. I linger there a moment, my fingers stroking the silken strands, imagining myself gripping them as I guide her mouth over my body. I then let go as the thought flows through me.
Clearing my throat, I motion towards the packages on the couch. “Can’t go to a ball in bedsheets, can you?”
She pokes out her lower lip as she reaches for the biggest box. “I made those sheets look good.” Her gaze goes to my crotch. “At least, some part of you thought so.”
I roll my eyes and remain silent. No need to feed an already inflated ego. Her fingers still as she takes in the dress once she’s removed it from the box. Her eyes speak volumes as she looks over at me—unfortunately, I can’t seem to translate their meaning.
“This is too pretty for someone like me.”
This time, I do mean for my growl to come to the surface. “Someone like you? Please, do explain.”
Dahlia shrugs and steps away from the dress. “Can you seriously picture some couch surfer dressing up fancy and flaunting herself in front of the rich hoity toity?” Her longing gaze goes back to the box before she looks down at the ground. “You seriously don’t have to take me to some ball to have sex with me. I was going to do that as payment for letting me stay here, anyway.”
My vision darkens as rage flows through my body. She can’t seriously think I want her as a mere payment? Quick on the heels of that thought is one that I need to shove out of my mind just as quickly, or heads are going to roll. The matter of fact way she put that indicates she’s done it before. It’s what’s ‘expected’ of her. Now more than ever, I want to make tonight memorable. Something she can use as leverage against herself and these darker thoughts.
That does nothing to soothe the rage in me, however. Instead of going on a rampant killing spree, though, I can think of several ways to channel this energy into something that will help both of us. With a quick jerk, I pull her down over my knee. She squeals as her breath pushes out of her lungs when she connects with my solid thigh. The struggle doesn’t help her in the slightest. I grip her around the waist, securing her wriggling form against me.
The heat from her skin seeps through my pants and into my body. Her lying on me is more heavenly than I could even imagine. For a moment, I simply let my hand brush against her ass, reveling in the feel of her soft skin under my palm. The squirming resumes, but this time, the scent of her arousal accompanies it. Breathing in deeply, I take in her scent, firmly imprinting it into my brain. Since tonight is our one and only time, I want as much of her imprinted on me as possible.
Without warning, I lift my hand and bring it firmly down on her ass, delighted with the instant pink that spreads across her creamy skin. It’s addicting, like a drug racing through my system. I have to see if the other cheek marks just as well. A quick swat confirms that, yes, it does indeed. Her body writhes against me as I pepper her ass with swats—some light taps, others much harder thwacks.
Soon, that writhing turns into bucking. She’s scissoring her legs within mine, but I keep her flush against me and increase the tempo. The world fades away until there’s nothing left except the heat of her skin and the smack