His throaty laugh makes me smile.
“It’s different when feelings are involved,” he says softly, threading his fingers through mine.
That’s putting it mildly.
“Ah, yeah. And it’s also different when the… because you… well you know what you’re doing.”
He pushes up and braces himself so his eyes meet mine, a wicked, lopsided grin on his face. “Oh really?”
“Mhm,” I say with a nod, then think twice. “But wait, I don’t think it’s okay for you to, like, get a big head or anything, okay?”
His grin widens, softening his rugged masculine features. Goddamn is he hot.
“I can make you scream when you climax and make you nearly go into orbit just from a spanking, but I’m not allowed to actually be proud of my accomplishments?”
“Well, I… guess maybe a little…”
I love the way his shoulders shake when he laughs. The way he drops his head to my chest and breathes me in, as if clearing his mind and his senses and drawing closer to me.
“Come back with me to the cabin,” he whispers in my ear. “And I’ll prove to you that I know exactly what I’m doing.”
He doesn’t have to ask me twice.
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