She and Colt probably would have sat there, too, if the waitress hadn’t come by for what seemed like the hundredth time asking if she could get them anything else.
“I think that’s her subtle way of telling us to leave,” Amber said as the girl moved off.
Colt chuckled. “I think you’re right,” he agreed. “But that doesn’t mean the evening has to end just yet. Want to come up to my room for a drink?”
Amber felt her pulse skip a beat at the look in his sexy blue eyes. He was asking her up to his room for much more than a drink, she knew, and she hesitated for a moment. She usually didn’t sleep with guys until the third date, but Colt was really hot. And she was on vacation, she reminded herself. From everything…including her three-date rule.
She smiled at him. “I’d love to.”
Which was why when Colt asked what she’d like to drink once they got to his room, she gave him a sultry smile and said, “You really didn’t ask me up here for a drink, did you?”
He let out a soft chuckle. “Not really.”
“That’s what I thought,” she said. Sliding her hands up the front of his button-up shirt, she gently pulled him close for a kiss.
Colt’s mouth was firm and insistent on hers, and she melted against him with a little sigh of pleasure as his tongue intertwined with hers. Damn, the man could kiss!
Sliding one hand in her hair, he ran the other over her hip to cup her bottom. She could feel the heat from his skin through the thin material of her skirt, and Amber moaned her approval against his mouth.
Colt abruptly tore his mouth away. His breathing was ragged as he gazed down at her. “I want to…” he began, but she didn’t let him finish. Instead, she kissed him again.
“Yes,” she breathed
But to Amber’s surprise, Colt didn’t pull her into his arms when he sat down, but guided her over one of his legs so that she was draped over the chaise’s cushion. She automatically pushed herself up onto her elbows, all set to ask what he was doing when she felt him caress her upturned bottom. Oooh, she thought as he ran his hand over her ass. That was nice. Very nice!
Settling back down on the chaise, Amber let out a soft, little moan, only to gasp in surprise a moment later when she felt him give her ass a light smack.
Her eyes went wide. Had he just spanked her?!
But then Colt was lightly caressing her bottom again, and she was sure she must have imagined the smack. Telling herself that must have been it, Amber relaxed against him and let herself enjoy what he was doing.
She opened her mouth to protest, even thought about pushing herself to her feet, but she was so stunned that this gorgeous guy was actually spanking her that she could do no more than lie there and let him keep doing it.
What the heck had made Colt think she was into spanking? Did she look like a spanko? She didn’t think so. Then again, she thought, neither did he. In fact, he looked completely normal. It just went to show that you couldn’t go by looks, she told herself wryly.
The spanks were falling harder now, Colt’s hand smacking rhythmically against her ass over and over. Then, all at once, the spanking stopped and he was caressing her ass again. His hand felt so good after the stinging smacks that Amber had to bite her lip to stifle a moan.
That brought her head up sharply. She was not actually enjoying this, was she? The thought made her blush. Okay, that was it. She was putting a stop to this right now before she did something to really embarrass herself!
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