Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

“Why, are you going to take me over your knee if I don’t?”
His eyes snap open. His nostrils flare. His lips thin, and
holy hell, he’s hot when he’s mad.
Eyes narrowed, he growls, “Try me and find out.”
Looking into his eyes, I say deliberately, “I do not give you
permission to spank me.”
I’m sure for anyone else, that animal sound rumbling
through his chest would be terrifying. For me, it’s perversely
satisfying.
Because no matter how scary he looks or sounds, I know
I’m not in danger. He’d die before he’d ever hurt me.
Realizing that, my temper softens.
I lower my lashes and whisper, “Yet.”
He’s frozen for all of two seconds, then he fists a hand into
my hair and takes my mouth.
We stand in the middle of the room, kissing passionately,
until he breaks away, breathing hard.
“Tell me to go now, or I’ll assume you want me to stay.
And if I stay, you’ll never get rid of me.”
Clutching the front of his shirt, I laugh. “The whole world
is black or white for you, isn’t it? You’re all in or nothing.”
“I don’t believe in halfway. Halfway is for cowards.”
He’s definitely not a coward, I’ll give him that.
He kisses me again, this time holding my head firmly in
his hands, one at the scruff of my neck and one wrapped
around my jaw. His tongue delves deeply into my mouth,
demanding more, making me shiver with excitement.
Damn, I wish he wasn’t such a good kisser. He’s crossing
all the wires in my brain.
This time, I break away first. “How often would I see
you?”
He stills.