stinging a little from contact with that beautiful behind, and said again, “Uh …”
Asia pushed to her feet. Her breasts swayed, full and still flushed from arousal, the nipples tight points. Feet planted apart in a stance guaranteed to make his blood race, she glared at him.
Slowly, very slowly so he didn’t spook her or make this bizarre situation worse, Cameron came to his feet. “You wanted me to,” he reminded her.
Her eyes widened even more. “What are you talking about?”
He shrugged, gestured toward his bedroom where the damning tape was still in the VCR. He rubbed the back of his neck and felt a sick foreboding close around him. “You, ah, wanted a guy who was into spanking.”
She gasped so hard her breasts jiggled, further exacerbating his desire. “You listened!” she accused.
“Not on purpose.”
It was as if she hadn’t heard him. “You were the guy with the newspaper in the lounge. The guy wearing jeans!”
“Yeah. I, ah, had to work outside that day, to oversee work on the compressors, so my clothes were different.” He nearly winced as he admitted that, then thought to add, a bit righteous, “The lounge is a public place and I heard you say plain as day that you were into spanking.”
“I said no such thing!”
“Yes, you did.” Didn’t she? Her face was red, but he barely noticed with her standing there, the body he’d been dreaming about for two full months more bare than not. “You said you would hook upwith the guy who bought a spanking tape. Well, I bought the stupid thing.”
“Stupid thing?” she growled, and advanced toward him. “You mean you don’t watch them?”
“I never had before.” He was mightily distracted from the argument by the way she moved, and how her body moved, and how much he wanted her. “But I’d have bought a tape of monkeys mating if that’s what it took to get your attention.”
She drew up short, a mere foot away from him. “That’s sick!”
Cameron leaned forward, his own temper igniting. “No, sweetheart. That’s desperation. I wanted you. You barely acknowledged me, except in that too cool, distantly polite voice that kept miles between us. I heard you in the lounge and took advantage. So what?”
She looked slightly confused for a moment, then pugnacious. “You struck me.”
“Because I thought you wanted me to. Hell, do you think I wanted to?”
“Didn’t you?” She gave a pointed stare to his straining erection.
Cameron grunted. “You’re almost naked. You’re excited and wet and hot, and I’ve been hard since the day I first saw you.”
She blinked uncertainly. “You’re saying you didn’t want to swat me?”
Hands on his hips, he leaned down, nose to nose with her. “There are a lot of things I’d rather do to your beautiful naked ass than spank it.”
She half turned away, then back. Watching him with suspicion, and what appeared to be sensual curiosity, she asked, “Like what?”
Cameron took a small step forward, furtherclosing the gap between them. In a lower, more controlled but gravelly voice, he said, “Like pet you, and kiss you—”
“My behind?”
“Hell, yes.” Moving slowly, he reached out and caught her shoulders. “I can’t imagine any man alive not wanting to kiss your behind.”
She giggled at the wording, but flushed at the meaning. “My husband would have never considered …”
He released her so fast, he almost tripped. “Husband?”
“Ex-husband.”
Clutching his heart, Cameron said, “Thank God.” It took him a second to recover from that panic. He hadn’t heard anything about her being married. “So you’re divorced?”
“Yes.”
“You still care about him?”
She laughed, which was a better answer than a straight out “no,” but she gave him that too.
“I stopped caring about him almost as soon as I said, ‘I do.’ Unfortunately, it took longer than that for me to admit it to everyone else and to get the divorce.”
He didn’t want to talk
Asia pushed to her feet. Her breasts swayed, full and still flushed from arousal, the nipples tight points. Feet planted apart in a stance guaranteed to make his blood race, she glared at him.
Slowly, very slowly so he didn’t spook her or make this bizarre situation worse, Cameron came to his feet. “You wanted me to,” he reminded her.
Her eyes widened even more. “What are you talking about?”
He shrugged, gestured toward his bedroom where the damning tape was still in the VCR. He rubbed the back of his neck and felt a sick foreboding close around him. “You, ah, wanted a guy who was into spanking.”
She gasped so hard her breasts jiggled, further exacerbating his desire. “You listened!” she accused.
“Not on purpose.”
It was as if she hadn’t heard him. “You were the guy with the newspaper in the lounge. The guy wearing jeans!”
“Yeah. I, ah, had to work outside that day, to oversee work on the compressors, so my clothes were different.” He nearly winced as he admitted that, then thought to add, a bit righteous, “The lounge is a public place and I heard you say plain as day that you were into spanking.”
“I said no such thing!”
“Yes, you did.” Didn’t she? Her face was red, but he barely noticed with her standing there, the body he’d been dreaming about for two full months more bare than not. “You said you would hook upwith the guy who bought a spanking tape. Well, I bought the stupid thing.”
“Stupid thing?” she growled, and advanced toward him. “You mean you don’t watch them?”
“I never had before.” He was mightily distracted from the argument by the way she moved, and how her body moved, and how much he wanted her. “But I’d have bought a tape of monkeys mating if that’s what it took to get your attention.”
She drew up short, a mere foot away from him. “That’s sick!”
Cameron leaned forward, his own temper igniting. “No, sweetheart. That’s desperation. I wanted you. You barely acknowledged me, except in that too cool, distantly polite voice that kept miles between us. I heard you in the lounge and took advantage. So what?”
She looked slightly confused for a moment, then pugnacious. “You struck me.”
“Because I thought you wanted me to. Hell, do you think I wanted to?”
“Didn’t you?” She gave a pointed stare to his straining erection.
Cameron grunted. “You’re almost naked. You’re excited and wet and hot, and I’ve been hard since the day I first saw you.”
She blinked uncertainly. “You’re saying you didn’t want to swat me?”
Hands on his hips, he leaned down, nose to nose with her. “There are a lot of things I’d rather do to your beautiful naked ass than spank it.”
She half turned away, then back. Watching him with suspicion, and what appeared to be sensual curiosity, she asked, “Like what?”
Cameron took a small step forward, furtherclosing the gap between them. In a lower, more controlled but gravelly voice, he said, “Like pet you, and kiss you—”
“My behind?”
“Hell, yes.” Moving slowly, he reached out and caught her shoulders. “I can’t imagine any man alive not wanting to kiss your behind.”
She giggled at the wording, but flushed at the meaning. “My husband would have never considered …”
He released her so fast, he almost tripped. “Husband?”
“Ex-husband.”
Clutching his heart, Cameron said, “Thank God.” It took him a second to recover from that panic. He hadn’t heard anything about her being married. “So you’re divorced?”
“Yes.”
“You still care about him?”
She laughed, which was a better answer than a straight out “no,” but she gave him that too.
“I stopped caring about him almost as soon as I said, ‘I do.’ Unfortunately, it took longer than that for me to admit it to everyone else and to get the divorce.”
He didn’t want to talk
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