Page 112 of Opposites (Never) Attract
“Close your eyes.”
I did and just enjoyed the luxury of being pampered. After he’d washed and conditioned my hair, rubbed body wash up and down every limb, I felt nearly boneless.
Before the hot water ran out, he turned off the shower, pulled a towel off the rack and dried me as thoroughly as he’d washed me.
“You warm enough?” he asked, as he brushed my hair away from my face until it was all slicked back.
“Perfect,” I purred.
He led me out of the bathroom and went to his dresser drawer. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants for himself and tossed a large flannel shirt in my direction.
“Put that on,” he said.
He didn’t have to ask me twice. I pushed my arms through the sleeves and snapped up the front of the shirt. It was warm and fell to my knees, but I was going to need to dry my clothes if I was going to get back to the Lodge.
“Do you have a washing machine and dryer in the cabin?” I asked.
“We’ll deal with that shit later,” he said gruffly, as he sat on the bed. “Now you’re going to pay for scaring the shit out of me.”
I pressed myself between his knees and cupped his face in my hands. “I said I was sorry,” I reminded him.
“Not good enough, Sunshine. Lie across my lap. Ass up.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Don’t you lift that eyebrow at me. You’re going to lie across my lap and I’m going to tan your ass. And if you take it like a good girl, I’ll make you come so hard you’ll see stars. But I’ve got to work off some of this adrenaline, thatyoucaused me, out of my system.”
I stepped back from his knees, my fingers toying with the hem of his flannel shirt as I pretended to consider his offer. Of course, I was going to do this, I was soaking wet at just the thought.
His hand stroked up my leg, brushing against my upper thigh, circling my butt cheek.
“Right here, darlin,” he said, patting his thigh.
I didas he asked and laid myself over his lap. Reaching behind me, I slowly pulled up the ends of his shirt so that my ass was bare.
I could feel his cock hard against my belly.
Slap!
“That’s for not listening to me when I told you what to do,” he growled.
One perfect strike on my right butt cheek. I squirmed on his lap.
Slap!
“That’s for chasing a damn hat in a lightning storm.”
This time on my left butt cheek. Not really hard, but the sting and the sound combined into something so filthy, so perfect, my brain went quiet. All the noise – gone. He kept going until I wasn’t responsible for saving the ranch. I wasn’t worried about my partners finding out what I was doing in Last Hope. I wasn’t worried about how I was going to try and rebuild my relationship with my mother and my sisters when I went back to New York.
There was just Tag.
Finally, he laid his heavy palm over the hot skin and rubbed it, digging in with his fingers and making me moan so loud I was afraid his pop might hear me all the way in Florida.
“That’s my girl,” Tag muttered, moving his hand to the small of my back, pressing his fingers deep into the muscles there, too.
“Ohhhhh, God! Please don’t stop.”
“No?” he asked, continuing his deep tissue massage, only this time into that space right where my upper thigh met the underside of my ass cheek. It was tender and sore and every brush of his fingers lit me up from the inside.
