“Because I wanted to stay, and on the nightstand,” he answers straightforwardly.
“I don’t have to wear it anymore?” I stretch in his arms.
Kayne snorts. “Of course you do. How would I find you if you got lost?” He kisses me tenderly. “I just thought after last night, you could use some room.”
“You weren’t wrong in assuming.” I touch the compass tattoo on his chest. I don’t know why. I guess just to feel it. I never get to touch him. He moans softly, almost like a purr. Last night was the most intense, excruciating, amazing night of my life. Kayne pushed every physical, emotional, and spiritual limit I have. I didn’t think I was going to come out alive.
Someone really needs to steal his bottle of Viagra.
“More,” he says. It’s a request, not a demand. I touch him tentatively, exploring my newfound freedom. We melt into each other, the same way new lovers would; cuddling, snuggling, stealing soft embraces.
Who is this man? Who is he really? The charismatic businessman or the ruthless Dom? The one who holds me affectionately or brings me to tears? I wish I knew. I wish I could figure him out. Why did he have to take me when I offered myself up willingly?
“Do you remember the first time we met?” he asks, rubbing his nose against my cheek.
“Oh, God. Why are you bringing that up?” I hide my face in the crook of his neck so he can’t see the embarrassment.
“Because.” Kayne chuckles. “You spilt hot coffee in my lap.”
I’ll never forget that day. The way he strolled into Expo like he owned it, wearing a light brown power suit and aviator sunglasses. He was intimidating and intriguing, and I was drawn to him unlike anyone or anything else on earth. My body and mind just responded. It was a primitive, carnal response. Then he took his sunglasses off and my inner axis tilted. He looked straight through me with those raw majestic eyes. I forgot who I was and what I was doing. Unfortunately for him, I was pouring coffee at that moment and missed the cup completely. I’d never seen anyone move that fast. Needless to say, I was mortified and Mark almost decapitated me. Kayne was a huge whale to land, and I nearly fucked it all up. Luckily for me, he had a sense of humor.
“You dropped to your knees and told me to take my pants off.” Kayne is full-blown laughing now. I’m glad it’s such an amusing memory for him. I tried to scrub my brain of it for months.
“I was sort of disappointed you didn’t.” I lift my head slightly and eye him lasciviously.
“If there wasn’t a room full of people, I would have. Then I would have taken yours off too, and laid you out on the conference room table.” Kayne threads his fingers into my hair and tugs lightly. He licks my lower lip like he’s trying to memorize the taste. “Do you know how many times I fantasized about fucking you on that table?”
“I had no idea you fantasized about me at all.” I dart my tongue out to touch his.
“Every time I walked into Expo and sat down for a meeting, I was half listening to Mark, half imagining you kneeling at my feet.” He grabs hold of my hair a little harder, taking control of my head. “Imagining you spreading your legs for me and letting me lick you senseless, then driving myself so deep inside you, we’d both forget we were ever two separate people.” I moan as he bites my neck and grabs my ass.
“I would have let you.” I run my hands up his chest and over his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin in response to the grip he has on my hair.
“Ellie?” Kayne rasps. Sliding his hand along my side. “Can I ask you something?”
“Yes, Kayne,” I respond robotically. He spanks my ass lightly. I jolt. Even the littlest bit of pain feels volcanic.
“I said don’t be a wise ass.”
“I wasn’t being a wise ass, I was answering you like you expect me to.”
“Not right now. Right now I’m invoking Cupcake.”
I crack a smile. “What do you want to know?”
He swipes his thumb across my cheek and I can’t help but turn into his touch. “Do you think if the circumstances were different? If we did things the normal way, you could have accepted who I am? My way of life?”
I contemplate his question while searching his eyes. Why does he want to know? What does it matter?
“I’m not sure. What aspects are you talking about?”
Surely not the kidnapping.
“My domineering side. You would have never known about my ‘other’ business.”
I ponder his question some more then shrug. “I don’t know how you build a relationship on lies. But you never gave me a chance to find out on my own, so I guess we’ll never know.” It’s an honest answer. He nods, with a small frown.
“How did you end up like this? End up here?” I ask curiously. I have so many questions. There are so many things I want to know. Kayne rolls on top of me, my body crying out from his weight. He rubs his nose softly against mine, as if conflicted. “That story is for another time. Another lifetime. But I promise one day I’ll tell you.”
