Page 53 of Planned Seduction
Amy batted her eyelids. “Oh dear, I’m so scared.” Only it wasn’t fear coursing through her veins. It was full-blown, red-hot arousal.
“Good. Be afraid. Be very afraid.”
“Please, mister. Don’t hurt little ol’ me.”
“I intend to punish you, not hurt you.”
He was punishing her. His presence alone was punishment. Need pulsed through her. “Now, now. There’s no need to be a sore loser.” Amy dropped her towel to place a placating hand on his chest and instantly regretted it. Her palm burned at the contact. “Just because you lost at your own game doesn’t mean you have to take your anger out on me.”
“I never lose at my own games.”
Not noticing the lounger, she stepped back. It caught her behind her knees and she sat unexpectedly. A bubble of laughter escaped her, and the mischievous glint returned to Daniel’s eyes.
Strong, cool hands pushed against her shoulders, forcing her to lie back. She forgot to struggle against them.
“If memory serves me correctly, you have a ticklish spot just below your ribs.” He held up both hands.
“No!” She threw her arms out. “Please, no.”
Too late. His fingers were on her waist and under her arms, torturing her.
Amy shrieked in protest.
Relentless, Daniel threw a leg over her, climbed on the lounger, and tickled.
Instinctively, she rolled into a ball, but the protective maneuver only caused more problems. In this position, she rubbed against wet, rock-hard legs, sending tremors through her body. She didn’t know which torment was worse—his tickling or his touch.
A plan of attack was necessary, but what would she do—thump him or jump him? “Please…” She convulsed in laughter. “I can’t take it.”
“Admitting defeat?”
“Never.” Although she’d consider it if he kissed her.
Drops of water splashed onto her chest as he bent over her. “Defeat?” His breath was warm on her face.
If she arched her back, her breasts would press against him. “Uh-uh.”
He tickled again, his arm brushing against the side of her breast.
A flame ignited inside her. “Okay, okay. Defeat.”
“Good. Let that be a lesson to you.” He stared at her, exultant in his conquest, his mouth an inch from hers.
“Bully.” Her voice lacked conviction, the word coming out as a soft sigh.
He held her gaze for a second too long and blood roared in her ears. Nervously, she flicked her tongue out and ran it along her lower lip.
A knowing smile touched the corner of his mouth, an arrogant, sexy smile.
It caught Amy in her belly, sending shivers of awareness coursing through her. Swimming had done nothing to diminish her appetite for him. She was so aware of Daniel, his body and his closeness, she debated the wisdom of wrapping her legs around his waist, arching her hips, and pressing herself against his cock.
He didn’t give her a chance. With one last wicked smile, he pushed off the lounger and stood up.
What the…?
Disappointment coursed through her. She took a deep, steadying breath and got up. Much to her annoyance, her hands shook.
“Now who’s the sore loser?” Daniel stood behind her, murmuring in her ear. His breath tickled her skin, sending a shiver down her spine.
