Roman ripped away her bra and discarded his shirt, then returned to her, suckling at her throat, massaging her breasts wrapping his arms around her back and holding her close so she could feel the hot, hard planes of his muscular chest and taut stomach against her skin. His breathing was rapid and as he pressed his hips against her he made low, effortful noises of hard-won restraint. A pulse throbbed between her thighs and she moaned, running her fingers into his long, silky hair and holding his head against her breast, where he played his tongue over her nipple and tweaked it gently between his teeth.
Roman’s hands went to the fly of her jeans, and shame hit her like a dash of cold water. She sat bolt upright. Roman drew back as if stung, as if smarting from rejection. But then his eyes softened as he took in the way she’d crossed her arms defensively over her body, turning her face away to hide the tide of hot blood she could feel rising in her cheeks.
“Why are you hiding yourself from me?”
Because you’re so gorgeous. So sexy. Because you’re toned and tan and delicious. Because you have a body made for sin. Because you’re sex on legs and I’m…not.
She swallowed and forced herself to speak. “It’s just…your reputation precedes you.”
He gave an irritated little growl. “Is this about the whole outlaw thing again? Because I thought we were past that.”
“No! No… It’s just I’ve heard about your love life. Leggy blondes. Beautiful brainless bimbos. I’m not exactly your type.”
“That’s true.”
She nodded dully.
“You’re definitely not brainless. You are beautiful, though.”
She glanced at him. The firelight reflected in his eyes made him look as if he were burning up from within.
“It’s okay,” she muttered, reaching for her shirt. “You don’t have to say it. ‘You have a beautiful personality. You’d be so pretty if you just lost a few pounds…’”
Roman’s hand clamped around her wrist like a vise, bruisingly tight. “Don’t you dare say that about yourself,” he said, and there was real anger in his voice. “Who told you that?”
She swallowed. “Oh, you know, ex-boyfriends…”
He snorted. “You might not be brainless, but you obviously have terrible taste in men.”
She ventured a shy, tentative smile. “Nothing’s changed there, then.”
His eyes narrowed and she felt a thrill run through her that was part fear and part excitement. “It seems to me that you need to be taught another lesson,” he said, his voice almost a purr, and before she knew what was happening he’d yanked down her jeans and panties and pulled her across his lap, her bare rump in the air.
She squealed and wriggled, then quieted when he gave her a light, brisk tap on the ass.
“I’m going to spank you three times,” he told her gravely. “Once for the smart remark about me. Once for the stupid remark about your body. And once for fun.”
As he spoke, he ran his fingers down between her buttocks to part her pussy lips, which were swollen and slick with desire. She shuddered and squeezed her thighs together against his fingers, wondering if she’d come before he even got inside her. Her body was thrumming with arousal and need.
Roman brought the flat of his hand down on her buttock with a sharp crack, making her squeal and writhe in his lap. His huge erection twitched against her belly through the denim of his jeans and he gave a satisfied grunt.
A second slap in the same spot as the first stung her sensitized skin, sending a wave of heat washing over her and making her bite her lip and squeeze her eyes shut as she fought for breath.
A third blow, swift and sweet, had her tensing and moaning, teetering on the verge of orgasm from the mixture of pleasure and pain and the unbearable anticipation.
Then Roman was discarding his jeans, positioning her on all fours and drawing her back against him, rubbing the head of his cock against her swollen slit and whispering incoherent words of encouragement and desire into her ear.
One side of her body was hot, glowing with the flickering heat of the fire, her buttock singing from the spanking Roman had given her. The other was caressed by cool breezes, a sensual contrast that made her all the more aware of the warm skin of Roman’s belly and chest against her back.
He worked the head of his cock against her, using the slickness of her arousal to lubricate himself, then pushed inside in a slow, steady motion that stretched and filled her.
Chelsea moaned and clenched around him, her orgasm building inside her in magnetic waves as she pushed back against him, desperate to have him all the way inside her.