“Really? Then how come I just did?” I whispered against his pectoral and he slapped my ass hard and for a split second I thought I was in big trouble but then caught the smile on his face and the twinkle in his eyes. I had a face-splitting grin on my face that I couldn’t hide. I looked up at him and he rubbed my bottom where he’d just spanked me. He was looking at me so tenderly I thought my heart might burst.
After what felt like forever, locked in one another’s gaze, he rolled onto his back a few inches away from me but was still looking at me, though now his expression was unreadable. I flushed under his scrutiny.
He looked up at the ceiling, finally, and I studied the black tribal tattoo patterns on his arm up to his shoulder. Points, curls, swirls. I looked back at his face. His ey
