“Stop what?”
He exhales and looks down. “Just- that. You can’t look at me like that.”
I wrinkle my brow at him. “Like what, exactly?”
“Like, that!” The sharpness in his words takes me by surprise, and my breath catches. “Every fucking time, Quinn, you look at me like that and I kiss you, and it has to stop.”
I can feel the temper rising up inside of me again. “Oh fuck you, asshole. I’m hardly twisting your damn arm here!”
“That’s not what I mean, dammit!” He growls, taking a step towards me. “I mean me kissing you has to stop,” He says, his voice deep and even. “Every fucking time this happens, I make the first move, and it’s fucking killing me inside because I know I shouldn’t be, and I know you're the last girl on the fucking planet I should be kissing or thinking about in that way.”
I can feel my heart racing in my ears as I stare into those deep, dark eyes. “So-”
“So that’s it, Quinn. I’m done kissing you.” He looks into my eyes, and I know what he means, and I want to so badly but I just don't know how. I just can’t make myself take that one step it would take.
“Yeah,” He says after five full, hanging seconds, a smirk on his face; “Yeah that’s what I thought.” He shakes his head and the voice inside my own is screaming at me. I know I should listen to that voice that’s telling me to shut my damn mouth and just let him leave. But I silence it, pushing that voice aside and burying it deep, and before I know it I’m grabbing Logan’s hand as he turns. Every fiber of my being is telling me not to, and I don’t even know what I’m doing here, but I just go for it.
I take that one step forward, and I kiss him.
Just like he said. I kiss him, and it’s like touching a match to a bomb.
He grabs me tight against his body, and I melt into him as he growls into my kiss. He’s bruising my lips and sending jolts of pain and pleasure through my whole body as his strong hands wrap around me. We’re tumbling back towards the kitchen area, and he’s grinding into my hips and pressing my ass back against the island counter as his lips crash against mine. I’m gasping as his hand slips into my hair, gripping it tightly and pulling it back sharply as his mouth drops to my neck, my collarbone, and then further down to the tops of my breasts. Hands tear at the front of my blouse, actually ripping the buttons off in his hunger to strip me.
He moves his mouth back to my lips, and I’m leaning towards him before he pulls back with a wicked glint in his eyes; “So, are you going to do what I fucking tell you to do now?”
I’m briefly shocked at the roughness and the power in his words before I realize I’m even more shocked at how turned on they have me. I’ve never been spoken to like this, and the fact that he’s so dominant has a fevered heat spreading quickly between my legs.
“I don’t know,” I sneer out with a glint of sass in my own eyes. “Maybe.” It’s a flat out dare, and I can see the fire spark in his face.
“Don’t test me, Quinn.”
“Oh yeah?” I toss back, biting my lip and feeling my pulse racing through my veins as I feel the thick hardness in his pants pressing hotly against my thigh. “What are you gonna do, spank me, Logan?”
It’s everything I have not to actually moan as I see the heated look that spreads across his face. “Try me.”
My breath comes ragged in my lungs and the thundering heat pulsing through my body is threatening to tear me apart as I raise up my chin, defiantly. “You wouldn’t dare,” I whisper.
I gasp as he suddenly spins me around and bends me over the kitchen counter with a growl as he lifts my skirt up and starts to yank my panties down. “Logan-!”
Smack!
The sudden sting and heat of his palm across my ass has me crying out in shock. His hand lingers on the tingling feeling, teasing the skin there for a second before he draws back and brings it slapping back down across my bare ass again. I cry out again, but this time the thudding of my pulse and the raw desire that floods through my whole body has me melting for him.
Logan Dempsey is spanking me, and as I moan and blush, I realize it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever felt. There’s something insanely arousing about being bent over my kitchen counter like this while a tattooed, cocky, dominant man pulls my panties down and spanks me, and it has me dripping wet for him.
“And now?” He growls out, his voice thick with lust as he leans down to husk the words into my ear. I bite my lip and push back against him, feeling his cock pressing against my bare thigh through his pants.