“Are you okay?” There was genuine concern in her voice.
Shit. So much for acting like one of her romance-novel heroes. “Anna, I’m sorry,” he confessed, feeling exasperated. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I’m not like this. Ever.” He swayed back and forth and tried desperately to dispel his nervousness.
She stepped into him, her floral scent arousing him even more and throwing him off kilter. “But, Daniel, I like it.”
He frowned, confused. “What? You do? Why?”
Her light chuckle curled around him as she gave him a look that suggested he was dense. “Don’t you see, Daniel? That’s what I’ve always liked about you.”
With all his blood rushing south, he couldn’t quite comprehend what she was telling him. He gathered her tight and felt her pert nipples against his bare chest. “I don’t understand.”
“What’s not to understand? I love it when you show this side of yourself to me. I’ve never seen you do that with anyone else. No one can fake nervousness like that.”
He wasn’t exactly sure what she was talking about. Why would she think he was faking? He gave a quick shake of his passion-rattled brain and tried to make sense of things. “But the books you read. I thought you liked your men alpha, strong and take-charge.”
She laughed. “You are all those things, Daniel. But you’re more than that. You’re kind and sensitive, and when you show me that side of yourself”—she pressed her hand over her heart—“it really gets to me.”
“So you like bumbling idiots. Well that would have been nice to know before I spent all those hours on research.”
Her jaw gaped open. “Is that what the romance novels are about? You were trying to become the man you thought I wanted.”
His grin was sheepish. “Well…”
She whacked him playfully. “You really have changed, haven’t you?”
Feeling much more at ease, he grabbed her hand and anchored it to her side. “Hey, what did I tell you about whacking me?”
“I…I don’t remember.” She nibbled her bottom lip in a good show of innocence.
Well, I’ll be damned.
“So it seems you’ve changed too,” he said.
“What do you mean?”
What he meant was that his sweet, romantic Anna wanted to be spanked. He let loose a laugh. There was more to this woman than he knew, and he was definitely going to enjoy every minute of getting to know her all over again.
He slid his hand down her back and gave her ass a good whack. Her lids flew open and her lips parted. As her eyes flared hot, her chest rose and fell rapidly, alerting him to her pleasure. “Oh my God!”
“You were warned.” He drew his hand back for another whack. Jesus just the sight of her standing there, looking so aroused as he discovered her budding fantasies took his breath away. Desperately needing to see her naked, he grabbed the hem of her sweater and peeled it over her head, then made quick work of her pretty lace bra.
Shaky hands cupped her bare breasts and gave a light squeeze. When her beautiful rosy nipples poked out at him, he bent down and drew one into his mouth. Anna threw her head back and moaned. Christ, those sexy bedroom noises nearly pushed him over the edge.
Daniel slipped a hand between their bodies and worked the button on her jeans. The hiss of her zipper cut through the silence. She moved her hips restlessly as he peeled her pants off.
Then he stood back to look at her standing before the warm fire, desire—for him—written all over her face. In a sexy move, she hooked her thumb around the thin elastic on her panties and gave a little tug, offering him a glimpse of her smooth pubis.
As her gaze moved over his face, his lust mounted. “You forgot something,” she said.
“No I didn’t.”
She arched a brow. “No.”
“No, I left them for you to remove.”
“Such a naughty boy. Maybe you’re the one who needs to be spanked.”
He grinned, loving this playful side of her. “Take your panties off, Anna.”
With slow movements intended to entice, she inched her panties down, shimmying them ever so slowly. A smile lingered on her plump lips as her scent reached his nostrils. When she peeled away the scrap of material and tossed it on the rest of the pile, his breathing grew shallow.
Perspiration beaded on his forehead, his body aching to join with hers. “Now lie down on that rug and show me your pussy.”
Anna sprawled on the fur mat before the fireplace, the moisture on her pussy glistening in the flames. She tilted her head and sexual energy leapt between them. Daniel swallowed and licked his lips.
When she reached for him, he quickly removed his clothes and climbed over her. She widened her legs to accommodate him and tangled her hands around his neck to draw him closer. Her body felt warm and silky beneath his, and all he could think about was burying himself in her and staying there for the rest of the night. Everything with her felt so intimate, so right.
His mouth found hers and he kissed her deeply, reveling in the things she made him feel. She moved her hips, brushing up against his shaft with her body, and he hardened to the point of pain. Fuck, he ached to be inside her but first he wanted to taste every inch of her skin. Beginning a downward path, he licked and tasted her sweet flesh. Nostrils flaring, he breathed in her scent then stopped to pull one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked long and hard until her cries of pleasure filled the air.
His head came up with a start as a loud noise sounded from the room next door. Daniel smiled. “I guess these rooms aren’t quite soundproof.”
He flicked his tongue over her bellybutton, and she bit down on her bottom lip to suppress a cry. She spoke softly. “I guess we’d better keep it down before someone comes rushing in
