Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Chapter Thirteen
Jessica watched a slow, wicked smile spread across Derek’s lips as he slid his hands up her legs, grabbing her calves, and flipping her onto her stomach. She let out a startled squeak, but before she could react, he was up on the bed, straddling her thighs from behind, and his hand smacked her ass.
She sucked in a breath as heat bloomed across her butt cheek and found its way to the aching flesh between her legs. Beyond shocked, she pushed up on her elbows and glanced over her shoulder at him, and the look of pure, unadulterated sin on his face made her entire body jolt with desire.
“What was that for?” she asked, her voice breathless.
“For being so fucking naughty all night long.” He spanked her again, twice more, until her skin felt like it was on fire . . . in a shockingly arousing way.
She dropped her head to the comforter, a moan unraveling from her throat. Her heart was racing, her nipples were painfully hard, and she wanted . . . more. “I really was a bad girl,” she whispered.
He chuckled huskily. “Oh, you really were, sweetheart,” he agreed, and followed that up with two more swats that had her shaking beneath him and her pussy pulsing with need.
He massaged her stinging bottom with both hands, his thumbs slipping beneath the elastic band of her panties, and followed that bit of lace down between her thighs until he was so close to touching her sex. She gripped the covers, and if it wasn’t for him still straddling her thighs, she would have shamelessly spread her legs wide to give him all the access he wanted.
Arching her back, which also lifted her ass, she whimpered helplessly, desperately. “Derek, please. . .”
He removed his palms from her bottom and planted them on either side of her arms, leaning over her from behind. His body was warm and firm along hers, powerful and masculine as he pressed her into the mattress. He was still wearing his pants, but the thick length of his erection nudged against her backside, and all she could think about was finally having all those inches deep inside her.
“You’ve been yanking my chain all evening, so now this is how things are going to go. For the rest of the night, I’m going to be calling the shots. Got it?” he asked, his voice rough in her ear.
This dominant, sexually aggressive side to him was thrilling, and she didn’t hesitate with her answer. “Yes.”
He sat back up, moving her hair to one side and trailing his fingers down her bare back, tracing the crisscross of her camisole’s straps, until he reached the point where it tied together at her lower back. He gave the strings a pull, the ties unraveled, and that easily the camisole pooled on the bed beneath her chest.
A low, rumbling sound erupted from his throat. “Jesus, one little tug and that’s all it took for this top to fall off?”
His incredulous tone made her bite back a smile. “Yes.”
“That could have happened in the goddamn club,” he growled. “I ought to spank you a few more times for that alone.”
Yes, please. She braced herself for the swat, but instead he gripped his fingers into the waistband of her panties and drew them down her legs as he moved off her body. When he was standing by the side of the bed, he untangled her undies from her feet and dropped them to the floor, leaving her completely naked.
“Turn over, Jessica,” he ordered in a soft yet firm tone.
She closed her eyes for a moment, refusing to let any of those old insecurities get the best of her. Normally, she wasn’t so self-conscious, but he wasn’t a random stranger looking to get laid for the night or someone she’d never see again. This was Derek, a man she’d known and wanted for most of her life . . .and a man, she told herself, who wouldn’t be in her bedroom if he truly didn’t want her.
That reminder chased away three-quarters of her uncertainties. The other twenty-five percent still caused her to feel vulnerable, but she exhaled a deep breath and rolled to her back, anyway. Her hands instinctively covered her breasts, and she angled one knee in one of those alluring poses she’d been taught flattered her figure.
Derek had already unbuttoned his shirt, and he shrugged it off, revealing his toned and muscular upper body. His gaze slid over her and he tipped his head and arched a brow. “Put your hands down and open your legs,” he murmured in a tone that was both coaxing and unyielding. “No modesty between us. I want to see all of you.”
She couldn’t quite bring herself to follow his order. “I know I’m not your usual type—”