“So…are you saying you’re okay with me coming inside you when we fuck?”
Shit! Why the hell did he say it like that? Was he brain dead? Kali wasn’t just some woman he wanted to jerk off inside…she was the woman he wanted to make his. Now that he’d had her he was damned if he was going to let some other asshole steal her away from him.
“Umm…I guess so. If we are going to be dating exclusively, I mean.”
Jesus, did she think that he wanted to go stick his dick in some other woman after he had his sweet, little fairy?
Not. Going. To. Happen.
Before he could do something stupid like take her again on the hard, wooden staircase, he slowly pulled out of her, missing the feel of her tight pussy hugging him so much he almost shoved it right back inside her. Instead, he hitched up his boxers and pants, then scooped her up in his arms. He loved the little squeal she let out as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She felt so slight in his arms and he lowered his head, unable to resist kissing her again.
Damn, he had just taken her like some crazed animal, but he couldn’t seem to control himself around her. She was the kind of woman that deserved soft kisses and candlelight, not some quickie against the wall or on the stairs. He’d make it up to her and show her that she wasn’t just some easy lay to him.
“We are exclusive, all right. You’re mine now, little fairy.”
The bemused look on her face just made her even more desirable. Hammer couldn’t wait until he got her upstairs where he could fuck her on her bed…or the couch. Yeah, he might not be able to make it into the bedroom before he had her again. He started up the stairs, but she shook her head.
“We need my keys. And we can’t just leave our clothes like that,” she said as she waved her hand in the air and curled into him in a half-hearted attempt to shield her naked body.
He looked down and saw the carnage that lay on the floor at the bottom of the stairwell. He cringed inwardly as he noticed he had basically lost control and ripped off her clothes before fucking her. On the stairs, for fuck’s sake!
Yep, he really was like a goddamn animal.
He walked down the two steps, bending down until he was squatting down next to where she had dropped the keys when he had first kissed her.
“Jared, put me down. I’m too heavy for you to do this while carrying me! Let me put my clothes back on.”
“Not going to happen, sweetheart,” he told her cheerfully. “Now, can you pick up the keys? Good girl. Why don’t you grab the box of cupcakes, too? I’ll come get our clothes later.”
Once she held the box of cupcakes and the keys in her hands, he started up the steps again. He bent his knees enough so she could use the key to open her front door to her apartment at the top of the stairwell. “So, as your new boyfriend and since you just insulted me, I think we should order in some dinner, then you should let me spend the night.”
“My new…how did I insult you?”
Damn, she was cute when she was flustered. Hammer looked around her apartment with curiosity. Taking everything in at a glance, he thought her apartment suited her perfectly. The living room was a wide, airy space that connected to a large open kitchen separated by a marble topped breakfast bar. She had chosen a pale golden color for the walls of the kitchen to match the deep-brown marble shot through with veins of gold and silver. The cabinets had frosted glass fronts with a silver handles, and he could instantly tell she had spent a lot of money on top-of-the-line appliances.
In the living room, the walls were a deep crimson color and copies of famous paintings hung in black rimmed frames. The room was filled with comfortable furniture arranged around a gas fireplace, and he started over to her couch as he frowned down at her. “By suggesting I couldn’t carry a little thing like you,” he said, answering her question.
She rolled her eyes at him as he walked over to her couch. “I’m not little.”
He sat down, then tilted her so he could slap her ass with his hand. She jerked on his lap and he felt his cock harden to full mast as her mouth fell open in shock.
Eyes wide, she gaped at him. “What was that for?”
“Every time you insult yourself you are gonna get spanked, baby. No one insults you…even you. Got it?” He reached up to caress her cheek and pressed his lips lightly to hers. “You’re mine now, and I take care of what belongs to me. I won’t ever hurt you, so I don’t want you thinking that, but I don’t like it when you put yourself down. You’re so fucking perfect, Kali.”
She reached up and wrapped her small hand around his thick wrist. “I’m not perfect, Jared. Although flattering, that is also a pretty high standard for you to set for me. I can’t help but worry how you’ll feel when you really get to know me better.”