A Stormy Spring by C. C. MacKenzie

stepped into him.
    ‘Move!’ she said rudely and kept her eyes glued to a point past his shoulder.
    ‘I am sorry if I upset you, querida ,’ the words were spoken through clenched teeth by a man who apparently found it hard to apologise. He didn’t mean a word of it.
    Her eyes flew to his.
    ‘No, you’re not sorry! How dare you tell me how to behave? What’s next? Being put over your knee?’
    Wicked laughter flashed into those dark eyes.
    He grinned and that did it. ‘Actually... Oof!’
    Lucas doubled over as her kit bag plunged into his gut.
    She’d caught him by surprise and moved to dart past him.
    But she wasn’t fast enough.
    He seized her in a vicelike grip around the waist.
    Stunned by his physical strength she dropped the bag.
    ‘You little wildcat,’ he muttered in her ear and heeled the door shut.
    Strong arms caught her tight to his body as he lifted her off the floor.
    Panic had her feet kick and she thrust her head back, narrowly missing cracking his jaw.
    Her jacket was stripped and tossed on the floor and she found herself flying through the air to land on her back on the bed. Air whooshed out of her lungs and Lucas was on top of her pinning her to the mattress.
    Becca attempted a scissor kick and her fists flew.
    The ease with which one big hand caught her wrists above her head had her panting frantic little breaths in her throat.
    When he removed her scarf, wound it tight around her wrists and tied it to a thick steel bed post, Becca went stiff with alarm.
    Her eyes flew to his and she swallowed an outrageous need to giggle.
    ‘You cannot be serious?’ she gasped up into his wicked face divided between utter terror and sheer delight.
    His lips were merely an inch from hers. Dear heaven, he smelt wonderful.
    Like a warrior she battled the impulse to kiss his fabulous mouth.
    ‘Untie me at once,’ she demanded in her best do-not-mess-with-me tone.
    ‘No. You like this,’ he told her as his hips pinned her to the bed.
    Indeed she did like it.
    He rocked his pelvis and his erection jabbed into the soft flesh of her tummy.
    Becca had never been tied to a bed or to anything else in her life. Naturally she’d heard of such things but it had never entered her head to play sex games. He’d complete control of what was happening to her and she was torn between a heady excitement and healthy fear.
    His lips danced a soft shoe shuffle along her jaw.
    She turned her head away but merely succeeded in exposing the delicate skin of her neck to his hungry mouth.
    ‘You have a very bad temper, baby. That is the second time you have lost it with me and you must be punished for it. I am going to make you scream with pleasure, querida ,’ he promised in her ear. His accent was stronger, the tone deeper and it vibrated through her blood to pool in a hot liquid between her legs that almost made her moan. Her breasts swelled under him, her nipples now hot, hard buds of arousal.
    The tiny whimper of surrender that escaped from her throat in spite of herself had her snap her teeth at his jaw.
    He simply gave a deep throaty laugh. ‘Naughty, naughty girl.’
    His mouth swooped and caught hers at last. Thank God. His tongue stroked, slid and danced with hers. He plundered, ravished her mouth and demanded everything she had to give. Heart pounding in her ribs Becca was with him every step of the way.
    Lucas eased back, those dark intense eyes filled with arousal as he studied her flushed face.
    ‘More,’ was that husky voice hers?
    For a split second, she wondered where he was going as he rose to his feet. Surely he wasn’t going to leave her like this, tied to his bed in a sea of lust?
    Dark eyes burned into hers as he pulled off his sweater and tossed it.
    Her mouth went bone dry. The man worked out. His toned body showcased a washboard flat stomach, a narrow waist and the dark silky hair of an inverted V that disappeared inside the loose waist of his low slung jeans.
    Then his fingers undid the button, slid