Chapter Eight
I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have those hands on my body. To feel those well-manicured nails scrape across my skin. Making goosebumps rise along my flesh with each touch and teasing scrape of them against my skin.
Or maybe he would prefer to use a belt. The sharp, cool metal of the buckle being trailed over the tops of my breasts as he stared down at me. His cool green eyes growing dark as he watched me waiting for my every reaction.
It made me shiver, I had never been one of those girls that felt like she warranted that type of attention. There was just something about Spencer that made me feel like any time I spent with him would be something that I would never forget. Even if I wanted to.
Closing my eyes, I sucked in a deep breath. I didn’t kno
