Free Erotica- So Not A Cowboy/ Spanking by Starla Kaye Page B

yawned. “I'll help.”
    Tingles shot up her arm from where he touched her. They zipped through her entire body, weakened her protest as she said, “I don't cook.” Cooking wasn't her thing, unless she nuked something in the microwave. “I eat with Drew and Tanya or in the cook shack. You know that.”
    He moved a thumb slowly in circles on her highly sensitive skin. Her heart pounded.
“I saw the time on the alarm clock,” he countered, still playing with her arm. “Everyone is done with breakfast by now. We're going to cook here this morning.”
    She wanted to protest again, but he was right. By this hour of the day the cooks would be done with breakfast and cleaning up. “I'll skip eating this morning. You can scrounge up something. But I need to go out and deal with the guests.” Then her stomach rumbled and she self-consciously rubbed at it.
    Her gaze met his and she noticed both amusement and disapproval in his expression. But his eyes—those beautiful sky blue eyes—were hot with desire. Suddenly she remembered that she was standing here naked. Her face heated, ridiculous as that was, considering he well knew every inch of her body by now…and she, his. She tried to pull her arm free so she could move away.
    He refused to let her go, though his grip on her wrist wasn't too tight. “You've got that trail ride later and camp out. You'll need energy, protein.” He looked squarely at her. “We're making breakfast. Together.”
    Rebellion flitted through her. “I don't have time for this.” So why wasn't she jerking her arm free? Why wasn't she storming off to get dressed?
    Their gazes remained locked for a second. Her pulse raced and she noted how his cock had swollen with obvious interest. She wanted it. More than her next breath. Yet she refused to act on her need.
    Before she could react, he sat up on the side of the bed and tugged her to him. Bare knees touched bare knees. His eyes darkened, his nostrils flared. He drew her to his side and while her eyes widened in surprise, he pulled her over his lap without saying a word.
    Awkwardly, Mandy braced her hands on the floor and blew her long hair out of her face. “What are you doing?” she croaked. The position was uncomfortable, embarrassing…or it should be. For some reason she didn't feel embarrassed. She felt a tremble of anticipation, excitement.
    “Heading off a problem before it gets worse.” He tucked her against him and she felt the hard ridge of his erection next to her hip. He gave a quiet groan that told of his body's awareness of her rubbing a part of him that clearly wanted her.
    “I don't deserve a spanking.” The protest was half-hearted, but she attempted to wriggle off his lap.
    Erik swatted her bottom and she froze. “It's not really going to be a spanking. I just want to add some color to your sweet butt. I'll enjoy the color while you move around cooking breakfast, naked.”
    She tingled from head to toe at the huskiness in his tone, at the clear heat of his desire. Naked? He wanted her to walk around in the house naked? She'd never done that. And to think about him watching her as she did so…. “What if I don't want to do that?” She heard the thick arousal in her voice.
    Another swat, lighter but with enough fire that she sucked in a breath and trembled. “You do, though. It's turning you on, isn't it?”
    He smoothed a hand over her slightly stinging bottom. “The idea of me watching you walk around nude…the idea of having a gently spanked bottom…feeling naughty, but not.” He smoothed her cheeks again. “I bet if I put my hand between your legs now, I'll find you nice and wet.”
    This was crazy. Her being held—not forcefully—over his lap. His teasing her about a spanking. The idea of strutting around the house unclothed with him watching her. Crazy, all of it. But he was right, she couldn't be more excited. Moisture beaded between her legs.
    “I've got responsibilities,” she protested, but it came out