The back door slammed.With a few yips that seemed too high-pitched for a dog that size, Loopy took off with a shuddering skitter.
She glanced at her pile of clothes and frowned with indecision.Since she rarely went naked, she felt odd.Even at home, after a shower or bath, she pulled on a robe, and she kept it on until she dressed.
From what he’d said, though, he’d probably prefer she always be nude.
She heard sounds from downstairs, the rumble of his baritone as he spoke to the dog.Then there was silence, followed sometime later by the echo of his footsteps on the stairs then in the hallway.
As he drew closer, she settled for merely donning her shirt and leaving it unbuttoned.
His stride on the metal stairs sounded purposeful, and nerves almost compelled her to cover herself or sit.Instead, she chose to remain standing.
When he entered the turret, boots and jeans still damp, she was glad she had.He had eyes only for her and his intent was purposeful
Cade sank his fingers into her shoulders and drew her up onto her toes.“You are so fucking sexy,” he told her before capturing her mouth in a kiss that left her ragged.
It was as demanding as it was powerful, his tongue hot and plundering.He tasted of dominance and untamed desperation.
Everything this man did with her—to her—was over the top, from his desire to have her naked to the way he so physically handled her.
He moved one of his hands to her hair and held her fast so he could deepen the kiss.Her back was slightly bent.The combination of being helpless and protected seeped into every part of her body.
She now had a sense of why no other relationship had worked out for her.
Even though she loved family and being around people, no one had insisted on this kind of response from her.
But this man—Cade Donovan—was anything but ordinary.
With a ribbon of panic, she realized she could never go back to a regular relationship after this.
He broke the kiss long enough to ask, “How’s your pussy?”
She felt heated again, even though she knew she shouldn’t be shocked.“It’s a bit tender.”
“Too bad.”
She smiled.
“I was going to come back and spend some time talking with you, find you something to sleep in, give you some time to recoup, but I’m telling you straight up, that isn’t going to happen.”
Her tummy did a somersault.
He released her and said, “Grab the plastic box.”
While she’d been waiting for him, she’d put it back in the steamer trunk, mostly because looking at the butt plug had made her nervous.The handcuffs and blindfold interested her.The plug was intimidating.
Knowing he wouldn’t tolerate her procrastinating, Sofia lifted the lid and pulled out the box.
“We’ll give your pussy a bit of a break.”
This time, her stomach felt as if it were in a freefall.
He moved away to hook his foot around the leg of a chair and dragged it toward one of the windows.“Sit here.”
With a nervous frown, she did so.
“Put on the blindfold.”
Her hands were shaking so badly that she dropped the piece of lightweight black fabric.“This feels a bit like asking a condemned man to put on his own noose.”
