“I know I’ve been a bad girl. You have every right to be mad at me.” She walked toward him slowly, twirling one red curl around her forefinger. “Won’t you punish me, Caleb?”
She stopped in front of him and bent over just enough to tease, cleavage on full display. Caleb’s hands gripped the sheets beside him. He didn’t move to touch her.
“I’m in no mood for games, Shana.”
Shana caught her lower lip between her teeth. What was she doing wrong? Why wasn’t he taking what she was so obviously offering? Caleb never said no. Or if he did, he never actually meant it.
She straightened out of her pose and looked into his eyes. There was undeniable lust there. He wanted her, no question about that. But there was also a rawness, a wariness behind the heat that had more to do with hearts and flowers than the sweaty slap of skin on skin.
Shana resisted the urge to make a very unsexy face. She’d really hoped the mushy love stuff could wait until she had him doped up on afterglow, but it looked like he wasn’t going to touch her until they had their girly talk about feelings.
“I love you.”
Caleb frowned. Okay, her confession had been a lot grouchier than she planned, and accompanied by an irritable glare, but did he have to look so damned pissed off by her girly emotional moment?
“No, you don’t.”
Shana gritted her teeth. “Yes, I do. Honest.”
He arched an eyebrow skeptically. “You love me.”
Shana tossed her head, feeling the tips of her hair catch on the bottom of her skirt. “I might not do it the way other people do it, but I do love you. And I wanna be with you.” She waved her hands in a vague gesture. “Like, forever.”
Caleb snorted and Shana leveled a glare in his direction.
“I can be faithful,” she snapped defensively.
“The only person you’re faithful to is yourself.”
“I was always faithful to you,” she insisted. “Technically. I didn’t sleep with anyone else when I was with you. And when I wasn’t technically with you, I only cheated on the others with you. So in my way, I was always faithful to you. Even when I was with them.”
He frowned. “That makes no sense at all.”
“I only ever loved you.” His eyes softened a bit and Shana quickly pressed her advantage. “And I promise you right now that I’ll only sleep with you. Until you’re dead. I’m not gonna be a celibate widow. That’s just cruel and unusual. If you die young, I want lots of hot widow sex.” The softness in his eyes hardened again and Shana internally cursed. She sucked at the mushy girl stuff. Sex she was good at. Love was trickier. “But I promise not to cheat on you until you’re dead. You have my word.”
“You break your word every day.”
“Yes, but only when it doesn’t matter. This matters. You matter. So I won’t.”
He closed his eyes and slowly shook his head. “Shana, I don’t think—”
She cut him off before he could tell her no. No was not an acceptable answer. “Don’t you want to spank me? It’ll make you feel better, put us back on even footing. You can spank me once for every guy I was with when I should have been with you.”
He snorted. “That would take weeks. My hand would fall off before I finished.”
“Ha-ha.”
She saw a flicker of a smile around his mouth and her heart jumped. Shana reached out and tentatively brushed his hair back from his forehead. He never used to let it grow so long. “Caleb?”
“You’re trouble, Shay,” he said without opening his eyes.
“You like trouble,” she reminded him. She bent to brush her lips softly across his.
She kept the kiss no more than a seductive tease. When she pulled back, he leaned forward, chasing her mouth. She let him catch her lips, enjoying the slow, drugging pull of his mouth. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sneaking into her mouth. The man sure knew what he was doing. She could kiss him for days.
But she wasn’t that patient.
Shana straddled his legs and began to lower herself down, sliding down his chest, but Caleb caught her waist and held her still. He pulled back from the kiss, opening golden eyes gone dark and intent.
“Caleb?” she asked, hating the shiver of uncertainty in her voice. Had he changed his mind?
“You’ve been a bad girl, Shana.”
She licked her lips, a spike of nervousness threading deliciously through the sensual anticipation heating her blood. She nodded slowly. “Very bad.”
He spun her abruptly away from him. She was still stumbling on her four-inch heels when he hauled her back and yanked her facedown across his knees. Her breath left her on a gasp. Caleb’s hand hovered just over the skin on the backs of her thighs, so close she could feel his heat, but not quite touching. The teasing not-quite-touch moved up to the curve of her ass, left exposed by the thong and the too-short skirt. Shana squirmed, cream drenching her thong. He was really going to do it.
“Do you need to be punished?”
Her breath came in little pants now, her body tight with anticipation. “Yes.” Oh Goddess, did she ever.
The first smack was more startling than painful. A sensual wake-up call. Caleb’s hand landed and stayed, massaging her ass, soothing any trace of hurt.
“How naughty have you been?” he asked, his voice gravel rough, the erection riding her hip letting her know she wasn’t alone in her need.
“Very.”
Another slap, another slow caress. Shana hissed and squirmed, pressing up into his hand. This was nice, but it had better be just the appetizer. She wanted the main course. She wanted to lose control.
“Are you sorry?”
This time he didn’t wait for her to answer before bringing his palm down on her ass. Her response was lost in the cry that ripped from her throat. He picked up the rhythm, a series of quick smacks, wringing a series of sharp, yearning cries from her throat. The feeling was perfection. Her ass grew hot from the blows that he kept just the right side of pain. Shana spread and braced her legs, raising her ass higher.
They were both breathing roughly when he paused, his palm flat on the curve of her ass. Caleb slid his hand down, his fingers sliding beneath her thong. He speared one long finger inside her and swore.
“Fuck, you’re dripping.”
Shana barely heard the words. She tightened her inner muscles around his finger, writhing helplessly on his lap. Enough spanking. They’d try more later. Right now, she just needed him inside her. Now. “Fuck me, Caleb,” she urged. “Do it now.”
He cursed jaggedly and flipped her off his lap onto the bed beside him. Shana watched him yank off his clothes as she sprawled seductively on her back. His body was a feast for the eyes, muscles gleaming deliciously in the low light.
She licked her lips. “God, you’re gorgeous.”
Caleb just grunted, kicking off the last of his clothes. Naked, he turned back to the bed.
Shana reached for the fastening to her miniskirt, but Caleb gave a single sharp shake of his head. “Leave it on.”
His strong hands closed on her waist, flipping her and drawing her up onto all fours. He nudged her knees wider apart and pressed her shoulders down until he had her just the way he wanted her, with her ass raised up to him like an offering, her legs spread wide.
A single quick tug ripped the thong away from her body, but Caleb left the schoolgirl outfit intact, from garter belt to heels. His fingers slid into the wet folds of her pussy, probing. “You ready for me, Shay?”
Shana didn’t think she could get any wetter. Moisture dripped down her thighs. “Yeah, Caleb, do me now,” she urged, giving him a teasing little waggle of her ass.
“Don’t move,” he ordered, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. The thick head of his cock pushed into her heat.
Shana grabbed fistfuls of bedding, needing to sink her claws into something. His hips shoved forward and his name ripped out of her throat like a curse. His fingers squeezed her hips and he rocked deeper, but it wasn’t deep enough. She needed more. She needed all of him, pounding into her. This was taking too fucking long. She needed to come.