Page 14 of Hardcore Vanilla
Only his sister called him that, and only when she wasn't within arm's reach or when she had Patrick to hide behind. And his mom, when she was feeling particularly nostalgic. Sharon just smirked at him, completely unthreatened.
"Brat," he said, his voice a low growl. Jake stepped forward. Not threateningly exactly, but even when she was in heels he was so much taller than her that he couldn't help but loom when he was close. Her eyes widened. Not with fear - with excitement. Interest. Anticipation.
His eyes dropped down to her breasts. The dress plumped them up and pressed them together; otherwise, he'd probably have a view straight down to her navel. The tightly fitted fabric did nothing to hide her nipples, which were now visibly hard. Sharon backed up slightly, tilting her chin up at him almost defiantly even as her sharp intake of breath made her breasts heave, and almost immediately ran into the wall behind her.
Her gaze darted to either side of them and her tongue flicked out to lick her lower lip nervously as Jake grinned down at her. Trapped. But in a good way. A sexy way. A way she was obviously enjoying greatly if the way her pupils immediately dilated was any indication.
Moving even closer, so that there was less than an inch of space between them, Jake dipped down like he was going to kiss her. Her lips parted. Her head tilted back, resting against the wall.
Instead, he took her purse from her fingers and stepped back.
"We can leave this here," he said, moving into his apartment so he could set it down on the couch.
"You..." Sharon sputtered behind him, making his grin widen. "You tease!"
Smack!
The swat to his ass didn't hurt - at all - and probably wouldn't have even if he hadn't been wearing jeans, but it shocked the hell out of him. He dropped her purse on the couch as he whirled around to face her. Now she was standing with both hands on her hips, her dark eyes narrowed at him.
"Did you just spank me?" It wasn't so much a question as an outraged demand for confirmation that that had really just happened.
"Yup." She drawled out the word, ending with a little popping noise on the 'p,' looking supremely satisfied with herself. "Whatcha gonna do about it?"
******
Sharon squealed as six feet of hard muscle moved faster than she could have imagined and tossed her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing. Granted, she was pretty petite, but she was also pretty curvy, so it wasn't like all men could pull off such a maneuver so easily.
Well hello, Captain Caveman!
It wasn't a comfortable position, exactly, but it was sexy as hell. At least, to her.
Jake didn't bother to stop and lay out the consequences of her actions. He didn't remind her of the 'rules' they'd agreed to (since they hadn't agreed to any). He didn't call her an unmanageable brat and storm out. Or tell her she wasn't a real sub and look at her with disgust. Or...
Can you get the fuck out of your own head and just enjoy the moment, fuckwit?
Hashtag priorities.
"This is more like it," she said to his bare back, running her hands over the flexing muscles as he moved down the hallway toward his bedroom. She shoved her hands into his jeans. Just to check if he was wearing any boxers or briefs or if he was going commando.
Commando it was.
So, they had that in common.
He bounced her on his shoulder and she made a small 'oof' noise.
"Do you have to be such a pain in the ass?" he asked, shouldering his door open and sounding a little exasperated. Not that his exasperation made him any less interested in banging her brains out that she could tell. He hadn't even told her to get her hands off his ass. She gave the firm cheeks a good squeeze while she was down there.
"Are you telling me this hurts?" she asked innocently, pretending to take his words literally.
Jake made that sexy growling noise again and then her hands were yanked away from his butt as she flew through the air, landing with a bounce on the bed. Her skirt wasn't flowy, but it was very tight, and all the movement and her slightly spread legs had it riding up far enough to show off her garters and stockings. Like a homing beacon, his eyes dropped down to enjoy the view, and she swore they turned even brighter blue.
Smiling wickedly, Sharon spread her legs even more so that he could see straight up between her thighs to her freshly shaven pussy.
"Fucking hell, Sharon!" He looked almost shell-shocked as his eyes raked over her. Talk about being good for a lady's ego. Especially since he'd been hell on her ego so many times since they'd met.
She preened under the positive attention, feeling more than a little smug.
Arching, she pressed her legs back together and stretched out, thrusting her breasts upwards as she let out a long, sensual sigh. Man, it was fun to tease. Flirt. Entice. Come on, you know you want me.
