“I thought we were going to dinner with your friends?”
“Nope.”
“Can you say more than one word at a time?”
I shrug.
“If you’re trying to get my sheep, it’s working.”
I lift an eyebrow. “Sheep?”
“You can’t get my goat. There aren’t any goats on Smuggler’s Hideaway. But there are plenty of naughty sheep.”
I chuckle. Only this woman could get me to laugh after scaring the shit out of me. She’s amazing. And she’s all mine.
We arrive at my chalet and I carry her inside. I set her on the sofa. She immediately tries to stand.
“Stay.”
“Stay? I’m not a dog. And I’m not getting neon blue paint on your sofa. This sofa probably cost more than my car did.”
“Don’t care.”
She claps. “Yay! He spoke more than one word.”
“Serious as shit, Addy. Stay on the sofa or I’ll tie you down.”
Her eyes flare. “I’m willing to discuss this. What would you use to tie me down? Scarves? Do you have any scarves? What about belts?” Her nose wrinkles. “Nah. Might hurt. Let’s stick with scarves.”
My cock doesn’t care how she’s hurt or how she collapsed. It twitches at the mental image of her naked and tied to my bed with such force I nearly stumble.
I fist my hands and blow out a breath before I jump her. There will be no jumping today.
“I’ll get you my robe.”
When I return from fetching the robe, Addy is sitting on the sofa dressed solely in the Seals sweatshirt I insisted she wear during paintball. Her legs – her soft, smooth legs – are completely bare. I groan. This woman is going to be the death of me.
I hand her the robe. “Put this on.”
“Um, Mr. Not Afraid of Fourth Down.” She points outside. “Did you forget it’s summer? I don’t need a robe. This sweatshirt is overkill as it is.”
She reaches for the hem of the sweatshirt but I’m on her before she can pull it off. “No.”
Her brow wrinkles. “No, you didn’t forget it’s summer? No, you don’t think I should wear a robe over a sweatshirt?”
I rub a hand down my face. Damn it. She’s correct. She’s going to swelter in a sweatshirt and a robe.
“Sweatshirt off. Robe on.”
She giggles. “If you’re trying to be sexy and order me around, you need to tone it down a bit. I’m not into those dark romances where the man is all controlling.”
Is she deliberately trying to be confusing? “What are you talking about?” I hold up my hand. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter. Put on the robe.”
Her nose wrinkles. “It’s awful hard to have sex if I’m wearing a robe.”
My cock – already half-hard from seeing her naked legs and imagining her tied to my bed – hardens and lengthens. I moan. “We’re not having sex.”
She juts out her bottom lip in a pout. “Do you not want me?”
