Kale stood and gathered her into his embrace. She wound her arms around his neck as he carried her to the bed. With smooth efficiency he laid her across his tousled cotton bedding. His masculine scent permeated the rumpled sheets. She inhaled deeply, basking in the arousing aroma as it filled her with anticipation.
He stood beside the bed and went to work on his jeans. After he removed them he tore off his shorts and kicked them aside. His huge cock sprang free, clamoring for attention. Her gaze moved over his awe-inspiring body. He was so beautiful. An equal measure of excitement and nervousness rushed through her as she watched his magnificent arousal throb and thicken. Her mouth salivated. She swallowed. Hard.
“Come to me.” She reached for him, urging him to join her on the bed.
Balancing his arm beside her head, he pushed his erection against her hip and sank into her mouth. She drew his tongue in to mate with hers. His hot velvet tongue moved inside her mouth, hungry, restless. She could taste her creamy essence on his lips.
She wrapped her legs around his thighs and rubbed her damp sex against him. Reaching down, she sheathed his cock in her hand. He moaned when she slid her hand up and down the length of his shaft. He pulsed in her palm, his veins becoming engorged with blood.
He sucked in a breath and flinched. “Don’t.”
“Why?” she asked, feigning innocence even though she already knew the answer to that question.
“I’ll lose it, and I’m not ready to. I haven’t finished with you yet,” he rasped.
Kale rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. The floor-length mirror seemed to catch his eyes. His grin turned wicked. She shivered with excitement, wondering what other fantasy he had in mind.
“I want you on your knees with your legs spread for me,” he whispered into Erin’s ear.
That excited her. “Is this another one of your fantasies?” she asked.
He nodded and smiled that bad-boy smile of his that made her insides melt and her heart turn over.
After he helped her to her knees, Kale straddled her from behind. “You were very naughty for not wearing underwear tonight,” he said, cupping her chin and turning it toward the mirror. “And I told you how I punish naughty girls.” He whacked her ass.
“Oh my,” Erin whispered breathlessly. The slap stung, but she liked it. A lot.
He pitched his voice low and put his mouth near her ear. “You understand I need to punish you, Erin.”
“Oh yes, I understand,” she said eagerly, wiggling in anticipation.
He slapped her with an open palm. Harder this time, leaving her backside warm and wanting. Her knees quivered and buckled beneath her. Had it not been for Kale’s chest pressed against her back, she would have collapsed in a quivering heap.
After another slap, her legs wobbled. Not wanting to break the erotic moment, she fought to remain upright. When his hand connected again, waves of hot desire rushed through her, turning her limbs to pudding.
“I don’t know if I can stay like this,” she murmured, not wanting him to stop but needing him to hold her tightly, to prevent her from toppling over.
He anchored her to him, supporting her. “I’ve got you,” he whispered gently.
God, he was so in tune with her emotions, her needs. Her insides turned to putty. She was amazed at the intensity of feelings he brought out in her. For a brief moment she wondered what it would be like if he weren’t leaving in a month. Wondered what it’d be like if this relationship wasn’t about casual sex. Lord, what was it about him that made her begin to reevaluate dating and relationships?
He tightened his grip on her waist and held her against him while he ran his other hand down her neck and over her breast. He plucked at her swollen nipples. Erin began to pant as his fingers inched lower. Staring at each other in the mirror, their eyes met and locked.
“Spread farther for me.”
Erin opened her legs as wide as they would go and arched into him.
“I can smell your arousal, Erin.”
Eyes fluttering shut, she moaned and wiggled her backside against him. He growled and pressed his cock between her ass cheeks.
His fingers brushed her damp, curly locks before parting her dewy folds. As he exposed her pink, swollen pebble in the mirror, her eyes darkened with heat. He flicked her delicate nub and pinched it between his thumb and forefinger.
“Oh God, Kale, that feels so good.” She reached behind her in search of his erection.
He inched away. “Oh no, you don’t. You must watch.” He tilted her head forward again. “This is also part of your punishment. You only get to watch. There will be no touching or tasting for you. Only for me.”
“That’s not fair,” she whimpered her protests, meeting his gaze in the mirror.
“I don’t play fair. I thought you would have figured that out by now.” He stroked her with the lightest caress and she nearly exploded into a million pieces. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his warm breath caressing her neck, making her wild with need.
She began panting. “I want you to make me scream, like you promised.”
He chuckled, his warm breath stimulating her flesh. “Are you hot and wet for me?”
She nodded eagerly.
“You’d better be. If I lower my finger and dip into you only to find out that you’re not dripping wet, you’ll be punished even more.” His eyes flashed with dark, hot passion. God, he looked so wild, so out of control.
“I am wet, see for yourself.” She whimpered and wiggled her backside over his groin, hoping to make him as wild as he was making her. He groaned.
Deliberately slow, he toyed with her, dragging his finger lower, but never touching where she needed it the most.
Her eyes pleading, she met his glance in the mirror. He was killing her with
