"I'm certain I will. " She propped her hands on her hips, and his control slipped. "One of these days. "
He'd had enough. His dick was so hard beneath his slacks that it throbbed. Blood pumped hard and fast through his veins, and a haze of lust began to dim his vision.
"I'm going to spank your ass. " He kept his voice as calm, as certain as the decision he was making.
"You and who else?" she sneered back at him.
"Why, his third, of course. " Khalid chuckled behind her as she swung to him.
Khalid's black eyes gleamed with anticipated pleasure, his expression suffused with it. "Have you been spanked, Kia?"
Khalid held her attention as Chase unbuttoned his shirt and stripped it from his shoulders. She turned back to him as he strode to her, her eyes widening, but not in alarm. Anger and excitement flickered together in her eyes now, flushed her face, and loosened the tight line of her lips.
"You wouldn't dare!"
He curled an arm around her hips and jerked her to him.
"Do you feel what you do to me, Kia?" he growled as her fingers buried into the light mat of hair covering his chest. "Do you feel how fucking hard you make me?"
She felt it. She couldn't help but feel it, and he knew it. His cock pressed into her lower stomach as he threaded his fingers into her hair and pulled her head back.
"Drew is dangerous," he told her. "You will stay away from him. "
She licked her lips. "Make me. "
Make me. Ah, God.
His lips came down over hers as he lost the last thread of control, which he had sworn he would keep. Her defiance, his knowledge, a damned certainty that Drew posed some risk to her, flared inside him. Her determination to stand toe to toe with him and refuse to consider
her own safety raged inside him.
Damn her.
Make me! It was tantamount to waving a red cape at a bull. The primal, primitive male instincts snapped into place, and it was all over but for her screams of pleasure. Those still had to come.
His lips covered hers, taking the kiss he needed like he needed air to breathe. He held her to him, ignoring her struggles. He knew the difference. He'd been born to know the difference between a woman's struggles to be free and the struggles to establish her own dominance.
She fought his kiss, and he let her nip his lips before he nipped back. Not hard. Just enough that she felt it. Then she stilled, her lashes lifting to allow her gaze to meet his.
Anger warred with her own sensuality, with her strength. She stared back at him, and he saw the strength inside her that he had only suspected for years.
That strength was exciting, erotic, dangerous.
When it came to her safety, he couldn't allow it.
He couldn't explain why her refusal to heed his warnings had the dominance rising inside him now. He could have argued her down. He could put a bodyguard on her. Instead, sexual, powerful, she called to that dominant core inside him that he always fought.
She nipped at his lips again. He nipped back, held her in place, then devoured her kiss. His tongue plunged into her mouth, licking and stroking, tangling with hers as her nails scratched against his chest, raking a path of fire to his abdomen without breaking the skin.
He groaned at the extremity of the pleasure before pulling back. His arm tightened around her hips, lifted her, and her legs went around his hips, clasping him as her lashes fluttered and her hot pussy ground against his cock.
Damn her.
Make me! The words echoed in his head as he took her to her bed, coming to his knee on the mattress and laying her back along the comforter.
"Have you ever been spanked, Kia?" His fingers moved to the buttons of her soft cotton blouse.
Seconds later, the material fell away and he had to clench his teeth on the moan that threatened to tear from him.