“I came to find you, what else?” he muttered. Now both hands clasped her upper arms, and he held her like that, as if he wanted to shake her. The heat radiating off his body scorched her. “What the hell were you thinking coming here by yourself?”
She lifted her chin. “I’m here on business.”
“What the fuck business are you here on?” Now he did give her a little shake. “I told you there was no point in pursuing that crazy idea. Why can’t you just listen to me?”
She stared back at him, her long bangs falling across her eyes, but she couldn’t reach up to push them aside because he restrained her arms so tightly.
“And why are you looking like you just got mugged or something?” His eyes widened. “Samara.”
“I didn’t get mugged.” She swallowed, not wanting to tell him what had happened to her since she’d arrived. “I’m fine. I told you I can look after myself.”
“This country isn’t safe for a woman on her own,” he ground out. “Jesus, Samara, I could just put you over my lap and spank your ass.”
Her insides went hot and liquid at his words, and her legs went weak. Luckily he was holding on to her so tightly. A shaft of intense longing speared through her. Oh, god. Oh, god. Imagining his hand on her ass had her burning up with feverish need.
She squeezed her eyes shut momentarily.
“Why do you keep treating me like I’m a stupid child?” she said through gritted teeth.
“Because you keep acting like a stupid child!”
They glared at each other.
“Really? Are we going to do this here?” he asked. “Come on. Let’s go to your room.”
He released one of her arms, slid his hand down the other into hers, and gripped it tightly. He started walking—make that marching—toward the elevator.
“Travis.”
“Just wait,” he muttered. She scurried after him, because if she didn’t he’d drag her into the elevator. “What floor?”
She told him. He punched a button, and once the doors closed, he turned to her, crowded her up against the wall, and kissed her. Hard.
Her head spun. Her tummy fluttered. Her pussy ached.
Another emotion she didn’t even want to admit to floated beneath the lust— relief. Relief that he was there, that someone was there. Because she was scared.
Inside the hotel room, he kicked the door shut behind them and dragged her to the center of the room. Fisting a hand in her hair, he held her head while he kissed her again, his other arm sliding around her and pulling her against him. Her body arched into him as his mouth devoured hers, and her fingers dug into his shirt and held on, a ferocious need for him rising up inside her.
He drew back then strode to the bed, tugging her along, and sat on the edge. She stood between his spread knees, blinking down at him, heart hammering, chest lifting and falling with quick breaths. What was he doing?
His hands clasped her hips, shifted her to the side, and in a quick move she was lying across his knees. “Travis!” She lifted her head to try to wriggle away, but one arm pressed her down, and the other laid a gentle swat on her butt.
He was spanking her!
Another crack of his palm against her bottom sent a wave of heat over her body, and a broken cry tore from her throat.
“Need you bare,” he muttered, and flipped her onto her back. He deftly unfastened the button of her knee-length shorts, tugged the short zipper down and yanked them, along with her panties, down her thighs. Then he flipped her again as if she weighed nothing, and this time when his palm landed on her ass, the sting flashed through her.
“Travis!” She struggled again, but only halfheartedly because the truth was she was melting, her pussy turning molten and aching, her breasts throbbing. She complained about him treating her like a child, but this was a very grown-up spanking. A very erotic, adult spanking.
He continued to lay fiery taps on her cheeks, and her ass caught fire, heat flaring along every nerve ending. She let it consume her, her body a hot glow of pleasure and pain. The sharp, forbidden thrill of being spanked streaked through her body right to her clit.
When he stopped, she lay there over his hard thighs, face pressed to the bed, panting. His hand now stroked over her bottom, gentle, slow, and when she felt him bend and press his lips to the heated flesh, her head lifted and jerked back.
“Samara.” Her name was an agonized groan. “God, Samara, you drive me crazy.”
She closed her eyes, fought for breath, aching for him to turn her over and take her. When he didn’t, she rolled. His hands caught her and kept her from rolling to the floor. She wriggled off him, drew her tank top up and over her head, reached behind her for the clasp of her bra, and let it fall off. She lay back down and watched him.
With a low groan, he moved over her, kissed her mouth, then stood and quickly tossed off his clothes. He fell over her, his mouth on her in hungry, voracious kisses, his hands all over her, cupping her breasts, stroking her face.
Awash in a shimmer of edgy heat, her entire body burning up, she kissed him back, stroking her hands over his shoulders, over the heavy muscles and satiny skin, up and down his back, and lower to his ass, where she yanked him closer.
He moaned into her mouth then dragged his lips over her cheek and jaw. “Crazy,” he muttered. “I must be crazy.”
“Then we both are.” She turned her head on the pillow to give him access to her neck, and he licked the sensitive flesh and made her shiver with delight. Then he moved, reaching between them for the erection she couldn’t ignore, so hard and thick and hot. She loved his cock, needed it inside her, needed it now. He took himself in hand and nudged at her entrance, so shamefully wet and slick from when he’d spanked her. She didn’t even want to think about how much that aroused her or what that meant.
She parted her legs, bent her knees, and cried out when he pushed into her. He hesitated.
“No, don’t stop.” She grabbed his ass again and pulled him closer, and he sank deeper inside her, so big, stretching her in such an amazingly satisfying way. And yet, with the heat coiling inside her and tight excitement building, she needed more. Fire rippled beneath her skin, every nerve ending sparked, and exquisite pleasure bloomed inside her and spread through her body. His cock driving into her in hard strokes touched sensitive places that lit her up, and she slipped a hand between them to find her clit and add to the sweet sensations.
“Fuck, Samara.” Travis moved over her, on his elbows, sliding his hands into her hair, holding her head, kissing her mouth again and again. “You feel so good. So damn good. Hot and tight.” He kissed her. “So wet. Pulling me in.”
“Fuck me, Travis. Make me come. Please.” She was nearly there, so close, ecstasy twirling and tightening inside her, and he buried his face beside hers as he powered into her fast and hard and sent her flying. Pleasure flashed through her, her body tightened, and her fingers dug into his flesh.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “Forgot...” And he came, too, in long hard pulses, her ankles hooked around his waist, his fingers tangled in her hair, his breath hot and loud in her ear.
“Samara, god, Sam, what you do to me.”
They lay like that for long moments, their skin slick with perspiration, breathing hard, hearts thundering. Oh dear lord. Never mind what she did to him; he annihilated her. Every single time.
Once again, lust had overcome good sense. Travis sighed inwardly. “We forgot to use a condom.”
“Oh.” The word was a soft sigh in his ear. After a short pause, she said, “I won’t get pregnant.”
“You’re safe with me.”
“I know.”
He rolled off her and collapsed beside her.