Page 94 of Chasing Savannah
She narrowed her eyes, not quite believing the about face. “Promise?”
“You owe ten cents in the curse jar.” He lifted her shirt and ignored her question.
“Ugh, not you too. It’s bad enough when Jamie does it.”
He pulled her shirt over her head and hissed, cupping her breasts. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” His thumbs grazed her lace covered nipples.
Her head lolled back and her fingers dug into his shoulders.
“Are we done discussing your new car?” He licked a path across her chest, his mouth hovering over her breast, his warm breath brushing a nipple.
She moaned, perfectly aware her mate had avoided the promise. “Yes.”
He laughed and lifted her, spinning around and laying her across his desk. “Now, I seem to remember the last time I warned you against speaking to me in the tone of voice you used when you walked in here.”
She sucked her teeth. “You may want to get used to that.” Especially since she suspected he would not curb his more domineering traits.
“Hmm,” he scraped his teeth along her chest. “I like a challenge. What were the consequences?”
Her breath hitched and the scent of her arousal filled his office. “Something about splaying me across the nearest surface,” was her breathless reply as she arched her body.
He sucked a nipple into his mouth and she lifted off the desk with a moan. He pulled back and turned her around, pushing her skirt up to her waist. Her ass was in the air, right where he wanted it. He gave one cheek a resounding tap. The sound echoing in the office. She gasped, and raised her ass higher. He pulled her lace panties down, and rubbed a hand across her exposed skin. He gripped her flesh, knowing he wouldn’t be able to last long with her in this position. He tapped her ass again, entranced with the way it moved. She hissed, her back arching. He unzipped his pants, and gripped his cock, telling it, and himself that they wouldn’t blow after the first stroke.
He cursed as he remembered where he was. “Condom?”
She scrambled for her purse and dug one out. She passed it back to him and resumed her position.
Lord have mercy.
He sheathed his length, and tapped her other cheek. She squirmed, her mewl of need tearing through his control. He gripped the head of his cock tightly.
“Be still.” He ordered.
She looked over her shoulder and gyrated, a teasing smile tilting her full lips. He cursed and pulled her hips back into him, slamming home in one stroke.
“Fuck.” His hips jerked, as the walls of her channel clenched around him.
He wouldn’t last, not with her being defiant. She raised every possessive instinct him, the need to dominate her ripping away his control. She rolled her hips again, pulled forward, squeezing her muscles until she pushed him nearly out. She released and pushed back against him, sucking him back into her sex.
“Aren’t I supposed to be getting punished?” She pushed her lips out in a pout.
He pulled out, slamming home again. She hissed and arched her back. “You’re playing with fire, love.”
“Just what I wanted to do today.” She said, rotating her hips.
Lord help him, Savannah had to know what her challenging him would do. He couldn’t control his panther. Not with the way her heated sheath clenched around his cock. He fucked her with hard strokes that showed Savannah his cat’s dominance. She gasped, begging for more, her power rising and wrapping around him.
He growled, his power answering her call. He lifted her hips so he could reach her sex, needing to feel her come apart beneath him. She mewled when he pinched her clit. He stroked her deep, gritting his teeth to hold on. He would wait for her to come first even if it killed him.
