Page 99 of Truly, Madly, Deeply

“Ask me nicely,” she teased, locking her ankles behind his back.

“It’s gonna be like that, huh?”

“Your fault for telling me you didn’t want to play nice.” With Colin carrying her, Truly’s mouth was free to roam and roam it did. She ghosted her lips across his cheek and down to his jaw, stubble tickling her. She paused there and sucked what she hoped would bloom into a bruise against the tender skin just beneath his ear, smiling when Colin shivered and stumbled, footsteps weaving at the base of the stairs.

“Brat.” He shifted her weight, one hand disappearing, returning a split second later, palm cracking against her ass, tearing a gasp from her lips. The sting followed a moment later, impact barely blunted by the light cotton of her sundress.

Her breath went ragged, and she could feel the wetness gathering between her thighs.

No one had ever spanked her before.

“Too far?” Colin sounded unsure.

“No.” A breathless laugh bubbled up and burst free. “But I’d expect payback if I were you.”

“You’re not going to hear me complaining about you putting your hands on my ass.”

“Is that what you like?”

The tips of his ears turned that endearing shade of pink she adored. “Truly, baby, you could spit on me, and I’d say thank you.”

Her brain did the equivalent of a keyboard smash, and she let out an undignified little “Hngh?”

He chuckled under his breath. “Did I break you? Already?”

“Not broken,” she muttered, face burning. “I just... I just want to make you feel good.”

He stopped a handful of stairs from the landing, expression incredulous. “I shot off like a fucking bottle rocket in my jeans just from eating you out. Making me feel good should be the least of your worries.”

If he thought she was going to let him off the hook just like that, he had another think coming.

At the top of the stairs, Colin made a left, passing several rooms, some shut and others not. He slipped inside the last room at the end of the hall, sparing a second to kick the door shut. Enough ambient light spilled into the room through the window and from the hall that they weren’t totally in the dark.

She bit down on his bottom lip, earning a groan. That was what she wanted. More of those noises spilling so sweetly from his lips.

Colin broke away with a gasp. “You’re killing me.”

She stepped back to strip her dress over her head and—Colin’s mouth was streaked with scarlet, his bottom lip bleeding.

Her stomach clenched, confused. That was not supposed to be hot... was it? “I’m so sorry.”

He frowned. “For?”

“I bit you.” She reached out to thumb away his blood, only managing to streak it against his cheek and make more of a mess. “You’re bleeding.”

Colin chased her hand with his mouth, his tongue wrapping around her finger and lapping the rust away from her thumb. “I’m not mad about it.”

Truly whimpered.

His grin was wicked. “That turn you on?”

“Shut up.” She slipped her fingers inside the waist of his shorts and tugged. “Take these off.”

He shoved them down his thighs without taking his eyes off her. “You’re so fucking cute when you blush.”

She pressed her hands against her cheeks, face on fire. “Stop.”

“I’m not making fun of you. I just think it’s sweet that you’re getting all shy on me.”

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