Lora Leigh Quote

I’m really sorry, Nathan. Her accent thickened as she stared up at him, biting her lip nervously as she wondered how much he would pout.Nathan could go all quiet, somber, and answer her in monosyllables that drove her insane. He would glare at her.He would watch ball games. He would come to bed late. Late. After she went to sleep. And wouldn’t give her any until the next morning. It really wasn’t fair.Nathan, please don’t be mad at me . . .How did you hit my truck? How? It was sitting in plain view. Plain view, Sabella. He was getting angry. He only said her full name when he was really getting angry or really, really horny. And he was not horny. Okay, this wasn’t good. She could do without for days. But she didn’t like it.She stomped her foot, glaring back at him in irritation. If it weren’t for you, I would have never hit it.Me? He stepped back, shaking his head fiercely. How the hell was this my fault?Because you were cutting the grass, with no shirt, in sexy jeans and boots, and seeing your tight ass striding across the lawn made me horny. You distracted me. It’s all your fault. If you dress properly things like this just would not happen, Nathan . . .He kissed her. It wasn’t a gentle, easy kiss. It was rough and ready and smack full of lust as he jerked her against him, pressing his cock into her belly as she gasped in pleasure.You are so spanked. He picked her up, striding across the lawn, leaving her car door open, his truck abused. Spanked, Sabella. I’m going to watch every inch of that pretty ass turn red.He slammed the door behind him, locking it quickly before heading for the stairs.Oh, spank me, Nathan, she breathed teasingly into his ear. Make me beg.He shuddered against her, threw her on the bed and proceeded to make her beg.