He moved from cheek to cheek then back to the middle of her ass. By the time he got to ten, her bottom was warm and throbbing. He definitely hadn’t held back. It had hurt more than she thought it would. And being made to keep her legs open felt almost worse. If she could have gotten some friction against her clit, she might have enjoyed it more.
But then that wasn’t the point of this spanking, was it? She wasn’t sure she’d like a harder spanking.
Well, you know how to avoid that.
He lay back and turned her so she was lying sprawled on his chest. He held her tight until her breathing grew more even.
Ooh. This part she really liked. He ran his hand up and down her back. “You’re beautiful. So sexy. I wish you could see it. I’m dying to see all of you, to cover every inch with my lips, my tongue. I’ll tell you as often as you need to hear it that you’re a goddess.”
Did he really mean that?
“My aunt’s favorite insult is to call me a fat mouse.”
He grew tense beneath her. “That woman has a lot to answer for. Mari-girl, she was putting you down, trying to make you feel small so she could feel big. People like that, they don’t like anyone who is prettier than them, sweeter than them, smarter than them.”
“But she’s beautiful,” she protested.
He rolled her onto her back and held her face between his hands. “No, baby. You are.”
They looked at one another. And as she stared up into his eyes, it settled more deeply inside her. Was Rosalind jealous of her? It was hard to believe. Yet there was no mistaking the sincerity in Linc’s eyes.
And to her shock, she found herself reaching for the bottom of her T-shirt. Linc moved away, kneeling beside her, watching. He didn’t say anything. Didn’t try to hurry her along. He just stared at her with a gaze that was equal parts hungry and thankful.
She drew his top off over her head and lay there, completely naked. It was hard. Really hard. And she had to work not to cover herself.
Linc just sat there, frozen.
“Aren’t you going to say something?” she finally asked.
“I’m the luckiest guy in the world.”
That hadn’t been what she’d expect him to say. Yet at the same time, it was perfect.
She giggled.
“Nope. Make that the universe. Luckiest guy in the universe. Good lord, woman. How could you think you are anything but magnificent? Have you not looked at yourself in the mirror?”
“I try to avoid doing that.”
“Baby, if I had your body, you wouldn’t get me away from the mirror.”
She burst into laughter, rolling to her side and holding her tummy. “I can just see you standing in the mirror, preening at yourself.”
“Hey, I’ll have you know that it’s not preening.” He climbed from the bed and struck a silly pose with his hand on one cocked hip the other hand behind his neck. “It’s posing.”
“So sorry. Very nice posing.”
“I can do better. Wait there.” He pointed a stern finger at her, his eyes twinkling.
He walked into his closet and when he returned, he had a cowboy hat on. Damn, that was sexy. Her heart raced as he turned around then looked back over his shoulder at her, wiggling his eyebrows.
The man had a very fine ass. Too bad it was covered in pajama pants. She licked her lips and he turned, holding up his arms and bending them, flexing his biceps.
“Are you drooling, Mari-girl?”
She quickly swiped at her mouth as he laughed. She mock-glared at him. Then he tipped off his hat, holding it in front of his cock. “Would you like me to do a strip show for you tonight? You seem to like my posing.”
“Why not now?” she asked huskily.