He didn’t seem able to find his voice any more easily than she could, so instead he stood and took her hand in his. A current ran through her body at his touch. He led her away as the people around them booed, wishing for more entertainment from the spontaneous duo. Her stomach lurched when she realized he was taking her to his office. She knew what had happened the last time he’d taken her there. She was more aroused than nervous, though, and her eyes never left his face, looking for a sign as to what was to come.
Jesse still didn’t speak when they arrived. He closed and locked the door, remained still for a moment, and then descended on her, using the full length of his body to pin her to the wall. His kiss was as gentle as his body was firm against hers. When she opened her mouth with surprise at his sudden passion, his tongue slid in and felt along hers. He devoured her mouth, plundering it with an insistent tongue. His hands wandered over her body from flank to breast, and her body responded to his touch, arching into his caresses and letting out involuntary moans. She grasped at his shirt and ripped it apart. Buttons flew, and he didn’t seem to notice.
His hand traveled to her hair as her hands felt the muscles of his chest. When his fingers laced around her locks, her pins came loose, as did half of her carefully coiffed bun. His lips left hers and attacked her neck and shoulder, sucking and kissing like he was starving and desperately needed to consume her.
He found his voice. “I take it you made your decision,” he said in a low rumble, and nipped her earlobe.
“Yes. I’m yours,” she panted.
“Damn straight you are, Lily.”
She let out a soft moan when he kissed her again. He wrapped his arms around her, and she felt like a rag doll in his strong embrace. Never had she felt anything like what she was experiencing. Every part of her body and emotions responded to his words and touch.
He walked with her in front of him slowly, forcing her to walk backwards. Arriving at his destination, he turned her around by her shoulders and bent her over his desk with a slow but forceful press of his hand on her upper back. Lily rested her head and palms on the cold, smooth wood of the desk as Jesse inched her skirts up her legs until they were over her hips and laid spread across her back. She felt the ribbon of her drawers loosen, and she took in a sharp breath, her heartbeat quickening. The material that covered her most intimate places slid to her ankles, and her face grew hot with embarrassment. She also felt curious. What would Jesse’s hand feel like on her bare bottom? She didn’t have to wonder long. The first smack was firm and left a sting that bloomed across her right cheek. She shivered in anticipation of the next swat. It landed, spreading the same sting on her other cheek. Again and again he spanked—not hard, but not gently either.
“Is this my punishment for being alone with Elijah?” she squeaked out.
Jesse stopped spanking and grabbed the fleshiest part of her right cheek. He squeezed firmly, possessively. “No, darlin’, this is punishment for coming into the saloon again when I told you to stay out.” He resumed the swats. “This is going to feel like a game of pat-a-cake compared to your punishment for putting yourself in danger.”
“Oh,” she mewled, thrusting her bottom up to meet his hand, which provided as much pleasure as pain in that moment.
“For now, though, I’ll just give you a little spanking and then take you to dinner. Are you hungry?” His hand smacked her thighs, more gently than it had her bottom.
She didn’t know exactly what she was at the moment. Hungry seemed as good a description as any. “Yes, sir. I’m hungry,” she said breathily.
He groaned. His hand dipped between her thighs and wandered up to the place that felt the most needy of his attention. She gasped as he teased his fingers along her slit. She heard a wet slapping sound as he lightly smacked her pussy.
He groaned again. “Oh, darlin’, you weren’t kidding about being hungry.”
She couldn’t think of what he meant. Her awareness began and ended with her desperate longing for him to thrust his teasing fingers deep inside of her.
He sighed and removed his hand slowly, seeming as reluctant to do so as she was reluctant to lose his touch. He pulled her drawers back up, straightened her skirt back over her backside, and took her into his arms again. He kissed her gently, lovingly, and then held her against his chest. “My sweet Lily,” he sighed.
She looked up at him. “Please, please don’t stop. Don’t stop kissing and touching me. It feels so good.” Her voice sounded like she was pleading for her life.
He smiled down at her. “I don’t want your first time to be rushed and over a hard desk. I want to make love to you in a soft bed and take my time.”
“Can we go to your bed now then?”
He chuckled, a smooth, rich sound. “As tempting as that sounds, no. You’re going to have to wait. I got a little carried away just now, and I apologize.”
“Don’t apologize. I liked it. I even liked the spanking.”