Read episode 3 here: http://bit.ly/compulsionsserial
My lips were bare, no lipstick. I’d already learned that wearing lipstick around Calum was practically futile.
Panting, dizzy from his compliment, I stepped all the way up to him. Instead of answering him, I cupped his nape and brought him down for another kiss. He tensed in surprise—then seemed to melt around me, his hands spanning my waist and bringing me closer.
Christ, his strength. His heat. The hard ridge of his arousal pressed into my stomach, tempting me to climb him and wrap my legs around his hips.
Calum nibbled on my lip, tightening his hold around my waist, as if he’d read my mind. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I caressed his tongue with mine, whimpering into his mouth.
“Easy, baby,” he mumbled, sucking wetly at my lips before pulling away.
I groaned in disappointment, trying to bring him back down.
“Livana, we can’t lose it here.”
“Let’s go back to your apartment, then. It’s closer.” He chuckled at that, and my uterus tightened as if punched. When he grabbed my wrists and gently unwound my arms from his neck, I almost snapped my teeth at him. “Calum!”
“Liv, we came out tonight for a reason.” Moving back, he swatted my ass hard enough to actually hurt. “Now get in that booth.”
I waited a second for indignation to spark. Nothing of the sort. I felt myself getting wetter. He’d never spanked me before, and suddenly, all I wanted was for him to get me naked and do it until I couldn’t walk.
Staring at him over my shoulder, I bit my lip. “Do that again.”
His eyes shot wide, eyebrows going high on his forehead. “What?”
“I said: Do. It. Again.”
Amusement sparked in his eyes, even though he tried to hide it, acting all serious. “I told you, we’re in public. Now get in the booth.”
Stubborn, edible man. When was he going to learn? I never gave up when I wanted something. My heart sped up as I raised an eyebrow at him, my body feeding off the sudden playfulness between us. “What are you going to do if I don’t listen to you? Huh?”
That surprise was back, a quick flash, and I almost heard what went through his head.
No, she didn’t.
Uh . . . yes I did. I wanted my spanking and I wasn’t going to stop until I got it.
Calum started laughing, his beautiful lips parting into a wide smile.
I grabbed onto the back of the booth, honestly contemplating my chances of dragging his huge body out of the bar and back to his place.
Still laughing, he stepped up to me, landing a smack so hard on my ass that I rocked on my feet and had to tighten my hold on the back of the booth to keep from falling forward. His hand latched onto the cheek he’d just spanked, kneading it roughly, and he leaned down to groan into my neck.
I moaned, going wet down to my thighs.
He growled into my ear. “You like that, then?”