“Don’t, Kady. We have a long morning ahead of us.”
I struggle again. His statement isn’t funny. He’s serious.
He leans in closer and runs his hand up my leg, right up under my sleep shorts. He groans as he reaches my panties and brushes his knuckles against me. “Soaked, Kadence. What were you dreaming about?”
“Not this.”
I gasp as he slips his finger under the material and strokes my skin. He slides a finger inside me, and I gasp. He groans and I glance over. He’s so God damn beautiful. Too bad he’s such a bastard.
My traitorous body disagrees. My legs fall open, and I moan as he slowly slides in and out of me.
“Good girl,” he whispers.
I’m about to tell him to fuck off when he presses his thumb against my clit.
Ah, fuck. My legs spread even wider, and I can’t think about anything except how much I want to come.
“Got lots of things to make up for. Didn’t do this nearly enough, Kady.”
“Wha-What?”
“Focus onyou. Give it up to me.”
“No.” I moan and swivel my hips, pretty much negating any protest, and he laughs.
He takes his fingers away and I whine in frustration.
“Talk first, Kady. Then I’ll take care of you.”
Oh, God. Even the way he says that makes me pant in anticipation.
He shifts and a knife comes into view. The hunting knife he always carries. Fear tingles over my skin. “Getting even?” I spit out.
“No. Fuck no. You think I’d ever hurt you, babe?”
“I hurt you. I left you.”
He nods slowly. “Yeah. That hurt, Kadence. Can’t lie, it hurt more than the knife in my side.”
“So now you’re getting some payback?”
“No. Our relationship ain’t some game where we keep score, Kady.”
“Let me go.”
“I’m nowhere near ready to let you go.”
It hurts too much to look at him, so I turn my head to the side. My eyes lock on the black restraints holding me to the bed, and I yank hard. Nothing.
“I don’t even want to know when or for which muffler bunny you installed these.”
He has the nerve to snort at me. “Only you. Couldn’t wait to get you home and try these out with you. But then you took off on me.”
“Sorry I ruined your fun.”
“It’s fine. We’re gonna make up for lost time.”
I want that. I really do. But I can’t have it. And we both know it.
