“Now?”
“Yes!”
“Like the rush, huh?”
“Yes. And it’s all your fault.” I plunge my tongue into his mouth and kiss him fiercely.
“I created a monster?”
“You have no idea,” I growl trying to kiss him again as something dark and primitive bubbles deep down inside me.
Kayne pulls away and looks at me funny. I feel high. It’s the same feeling I used to get when he would control me, when he would command me. I want to tell him I want that again, but the words fall flat and insecurity takes over. What I’m scared of, I don’t know. Him taking it too far? Me letting him? I know what he’s capable of and how much he gets off on pushing my limits. I also know it’s his dominant side he’s holding back. It’s the part of him that still terrifies me and thrills me all the same; I don’t think any amount of time is going to change that, but it doesn’t intimidate me the way it used to. I know I have a choice now, and I choose to want it. To want him. Every side and every angle.
“Ellie?”
“Yeah?” Kayne catches me staring at his mouth. That mouth that is so spectacular and mind-blowing it could be the eighth wonder of the world.
“You seriously want to go again?”
I look up into his eyes. They’re bright blue from the glare of the sun; the brown patch a stark contrast to the light color.
“Yes,” I answer confidently.
He gazes at me inquisitively. “We are still talking about skydiving, right?”
“For now,” I answer darkly.
“HUNGRY?” KAYNE ASKS AS HEdeposits me onto the bed. I’m beat. Skydiving takes a lot out of you, or at least a lot out of me. I nodded off in the golf cart on the way back to the bungalow. I’m pretty sure my lack of sleep isn’t helping either. I’ve barely gotten four hours a night since I arrived.
“Starving,” I tell him while he is hovering over me.
“Dine in or eat out?”
“Eat out?” I can’t help it; I burst out laughing right in his face.
“You’re a pervert,” he chuckles.
“Says the man who loves whips and chains and butt plugs!” I roll over holding my side.
“And spanking,” he smacks me on the ass, and I jerk. “Don’t forget spanking.”
“Oh!” I moan loudly and all laughter dies. It suddenly feels like a thick cloud of tension has blanketed the room.
Kayne’s eyes smolder, the look so hot it could burn coal. My thighs actually clench from need. But as quickly as the excitement surfaces, it disappears. Why is he holding back? Kayne straightens and clears his throat, but his arousal is still evident. It’s pitching a tent in his shorts.
“Go out or eat in?” he rephrases, adjusting himself.
“Eat in,” I answer softly.
He nods pensively. “What would you like?”
“Cheeseburger and French fries.”
Kayne smirks. “Done.”
“What’s so amusing?”
“Nothing. I just like that you like what I like.”
