“Did someone see us?” she asked, frowning.
“Yeah, my brother.”
Her all-over blush was endearing. She hid her eyes with her hands.
“Oh jeez.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said, patting her shoulder. “He and his wife fuck all over the damn house, no matter who’s home.”
“Still, I don’t even know them.”
“I’ll introduce you later.”
Her mouth opened, but she didn’t seem to know what to say to that.
Knowing she’d probably be squeamish about it, he made a big show of going to the attached bathroom and using mouthwash.
By the time he got back to her, she was glaring.
“You should never do that to me again, by the way.” She crossed her arms under her breasts, which only served to draw his attention there rather than take her seriously.
“What? Carry you naked through the house? I’m sure my brother didn’t mind in the slightest.”
She noticed where his gaze had settled, and she rolled her eyes. “Well, yeah, that, too, but I meant . . .”
“I could tell how much you hated it.” He stared her down and she bit her plump bottom lip and ducked her head.
“Shut up.”
He flipped her onto her belly and gave her several sharp swats to the ass. Rather than being upset, she moaned and arched her back, silently begging for more.
“What was that for?” she demanded when he stopped, as though she’d hated it.
“Girls who sass get punished.”
“In that case, I won’t be shy about shooting my mouth off.”
He slid open the dresser drawer and tossed a condom and lube on the bed beside her face.
“I wasn’t done. Remember?”
Chapter 7
“Just like that?” she blurted, her heart racing. “You’re not even going to . . . you know . . . do regular things with me first?”
“You didn’t show up here looking for regular sex, Mila.”
A thrill of anxious desire flared through her. He wasn’t going to let her back out of this easily—not without safewording. Not that it would be hard to physically say the word, but the last thing she wanted to admit to Mr. Tall, Blond, and Muscle-bound was that she was chicken. She should have picked a more pleasant word. One that wouldn’t make her feel like a failure for uttering it.
He lifted her hips as though she weighed nothing and wedged a pillow underneath them. Impersonally, he spread her legs and picked up the lubricant. The sound of the lid opening made her wish she could hide her eyes again, but she was determined not to look like a scared little virgin, even though in this situation she was one.
“I thought maybe you were bluffing, just to make yourself seem . . . scarier,” she admitted.
A cold, slippery blob of lube landed at the top of her butt crack. She swore as it started to ooze its way downward.
“I don’t bluff.”
He stuck his fingers in the lube and spread it downward in a slick smear to her anus. Even though she knew the touch was coming, she jolted when his fingertip slid over it. She moaned, loud, and was ashamed at how horny this made her. After what he’d done outside, that area of her body was very sensitive, as though all of the nerves there were wide awake and expectant. Having him touch her like that was so intimate and embarrassing, but it felt better than she’d ever thought was possible.