From the Author
God, that mouth of hers was so fucking sassy, and he was done tiptoeing around this chemistry between them and keeping his explicit thoughts about her to himself. "I'll give you mind over fucking matter," he growled. Finished playing nice when what he wanted was down and dirty, he slipped his hands beneath her short skirt so that his fingers were now gripping the soft, rounded curve of her bottom through her thin panties.
She gasped, her hands instinctively grabbing on to his biceps for support. The brazen move clearly shocked her, but she didn't protest his manhandling. In fact, the spark of desire illuminating her eyes and the tiny pulse beating erratically at the base of her throat told him that she liked the bit of rough play.
And he wasn't above testing that theory. "What I ought to do is bend you over and thoroughly spank your ass for undermining me and being so insubordinate tonight."
A pink flush spread across her cheeks, but the wanting in her gaze never wavered. "Maybe you should," she retorted huskily, recklessly.
Her words, her approval, were like a hungry jolt of lust straight to his already stiff cock. "Don't fucking tempt me."
She wet her bottom lip with her tongue, and the hands on his arms dropped to the hem of his T-shirt, then slid beneath until her fingers grazed that sensitive sweet spot right below his navel and right above the waistband of his jeans, tracing the lines of his abs.
"I dare you," she whispered, coming damn close to dwindling what little was left of his willpower to resist her.