She stood leaning over the railing, the ten floors and light breeze not bothering her in the least. The girl had balls. I’d give her that. I climbed out the window, staying on the opposite end, staring out at the bright neon lights. I’d missed coming here more than I cared to admit.
We both remained quiet for at least five minutes, but I could feel the sexual tension building between us. I slowly looked over, studying her lovely profile as she eased a strand of hair behind her ear. Whether or not she felt the heat of my intense stare I couldn’t be sure. When she remained quiet, I finally had enough, heading for the window.
“Wait. Aren’t you curious?” she asked, the sound more of a purr. It was the first time I noticed a slight twang in her voice. I did so love a southern belle.
“I’ve learned over the years that curiosity can get you killed.”
“That’s very sad, cowboy.”
I snorted. “Do I look like a cowboy to you?” I’d been called many things in my life, none of which were appropriate for members of the opposite sex, but I’d never been mistaken for a cowboy of any kind.
She turned toward me, moving so slowly I thought she was gliding. “Well, I adore cowboys.”
Her subtle yet somehow overt sexual innuendoes kept my balls tight and my heart pumping. “You do, huh? Tell me what else you like.”
I wanted nothing more than to rip the damn mask off her face, but I had to admit, there was something sexy as hell about the continued mystery.
She moved closer, pursing her lips. Then she placed her long fingers on my shoulders, her breathing ragged as she brushed just the tips down my arms ever so slowly. “I like strawberries dipped in chocolate. I do so adore my mama’s German chocolate cake, especially when it’s hot and fresh from the oven, the pee-can icing slowly oozing across your fork. And um,” she mused, tipping her head toward the sky. “Oh, yes. I just love a big strong man.” She squeezed my forearms, sighing ever so softly.
I was no fool. She was laying it on thick, but I didn’t give a shit. I was the kind of man who took exactly what he wanted and right here and right now. The sexy temptress was going to learn exactly what that meant. I snapped my hand around the back of her neck, dragging her onto her toes as I lowered my head. “Then you’re going to love what I do to that voluptuous body of yours under the covers.”
She pressed her palms against my chest, her body tensing as I lowered my head, crushing my mouth over hers. I yanked her against the heat of my body, ignoring her mews in the explosive moment of passion. She’d tempted the devil. Now he was going to feast on his prize.
The taste of her glossy lips was like sweet cherries in the spring, luscious and full of juice. As she undulated against me, I thrust my tongue inside, sweeping across hers as I dominated her mouth. I rolled my knuckles down her back, curling my fingers around the hem of her dress, crawling it up past her thigh then rubbing the palm of my hand down her rounded bottom. The feel of the thin piece of string positioned in the crack of her ass brought out the beast in me.
All I wanted to do was wrap my finger around the slender piece of material, ripping the hindrance away, but there was still a small portion of a gentleman buried somewhere deep inside of me. Finding it could be an issue, but I’d give it a shot at least.
She shifted back and forth, grinding her hips against mine. Then she pulled away just enough in order to suck my tongue into her mouth. I shouldn’t be surprised by her aggressive actions. She was like a big cat in a kitten costume, wild and untamed. When she clearly believed she was going to be the one in charge, I fisted her hair at the scalp, yanking her head back by several inches.
“You teased a very bad man,” I muttered as I blew across her neck.
“I did? What is that bad man going to do to me?”
Her additional taunting was too much for the gruff bastard I’d become, my libido off the charts. Keeping a firm hold, I shifted away from the open window then tossed her over the edge of the railing, crowding her space. The last thing I wanted was for a nosy guest to stick their head out the window, eyeballing a vicious man disciplining a fine young thing like the mysterious girl I had in my clutches.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she huffed, snapping her small hands around the cold piece of steel.
“I’m going to give you a taste of your own medicine. Naughty girls deserve punishment for tempting a man then running away.” I yanked her dress up even further, enjoying the view of her luscious bottom.
“You’re crazy.”
“And you should have thought about all the terrible things that could happen to a little girl like you.”
“I’m not little and you’re going to get your hands off me!” Her demand was cute, almost as cute as the way her nose wrinkled under the mask.
“That’s not going to happen.” I brought my hand down several times in rapid succession, moving from one side of her buttocks to the other. Just having a woman in my control was a spectacular moment, reminding me of my past life that I’d been forced to give up.
“Ouch! You’re a beast.”
“You’ve got that right. Now, hush and take your medicine like a good girl.”
She moaned and wiggled as I continued the spanking. Every harsh word out of her mouth added fuel to the fire. The woman was like gasoline, determined to ignite every ember that had been left burning inside of me, driving us both into a cataclysm of desperate need.
“Asshole. Son of a bitch. I’ll get you for this.”
Even the way she issued cuss words was adorable. I couldn’t wait to sink my cock deep inside, showing her just what a real man could do. “I’d like to see you try, sweetheart.”
“I’m nobody’s sweetheart.” She swung one arm behind her, finally managing to slap me in the chest.