tablecloth. "I'm in pain. Finish your meal, and let's get the hell out of here."
She folded her napkin and placed it on the table. "I'm finished. I've arranged for dessert to be delivered to our cabin." Drew's eyes blazed hot, and determination lined his clenched jaw.
"I'll see that you get dessert."
"No. Tonight it's my way, or not at all."
A muscle twitched in his temple. "What way is that? Exactly."
If she thought for a second Drew would hurt her, she would have been concerned about the way he'd said those few words. But Drew wouldn't hurt her. Ever. At least not physically. She was all too aware that he alone had the power to break her heart, because she'd long ago given it to him. When she left, she'd leave it behind. With a man who didn't want it, didn't want anything but her body. That worked both ways, the body part at least. She wanted his, and he was going to give it to her. He might not be happy about it, but he'd like it. She was sure of that.
"I said I'd bring the handcuffs. I did. Tonight, you're mine."
He raised one eyebrow and his lips twitched in…amusement? "What if I don't want to be yours?"
"Oh, you do. Right now you're hard as a post, and your balls are turning blue. You've been staring at me like I'm an alien, and I'm inclined to indulge you in your little fantasy."
"What fantasy is that?"
Bree leaned over the table and crooked her finger at him. He leaned in and she whispered, "The one where you're my prisoner, and I take advantage of you. The one where your cock is mine to do with as I please. The one where I give you hell, then take you to heaven."
"You think this is my fantasy?" He growled.
"I know it is. You're a generous lover. You give your partners what you think they want, when you want more. You want a woman to give you what you want. I'm that woman."
"What do you think I want?" His voice was steadier now.
"You want someone to return the favor. Someone to focus entirely on making you feel good. Someone to take the decisions out of your hands. Someone who will make you beg."
"I don't beg."
"You will."
His eyes went dark, and he shifted in his seat. Again.
She had him squirming, and that's just what she wanted. "Are you afraid, Drew? You were all about chaining me to Andromeda's Rock, but when it comes to giving me the same power over you, you're chicken. I can hear you clucking. Or is that your knees knocking?"
Drew stood, his movements controlled and methodical.
Bree smiled at his obvious arousal and took his outstretched hand, threading her fingers through his. His skin was on fire, something she was surprised to notice. She herself was so hot, spontaneous combustion might be a possibility. His eyes smoldered with promise, despite the ticking muscle in his jaw. She'd pushed him near to breaking. The knowledge made her heart lurch and her insides turn to liquid.
"Let's go," he said.
Bree led the way with Drew's hand searing a brand into the small of her back. Never once did his hand leave her back all the way to his—now their—cabin. He spoke not a word, but the pace he set conveyed plenty of meaning. Drew was in a hurry, but no more so than she. As soon as the door closed behind them, his hand slipped around her waist, turning her. Her back met the door, and Drew pressed his length against her. He ducked his head and took her mouth in a brutal kiss that left no doubt in her mind. She'd gotten to him. She'd nailed his fantasy, and he had every intention of denying it, denying himself and her of a night of incredible sex.
Chapter Nine
She pushed against his hard chest. "Stop," she said, wrenching her mouth away from his. "Get your hands off me."
His body tensed. Then he stepped away, leaving scorch marks on her breast and ass where his hands had been.
"I get it. You don't have to go all macho on me to prove I'm wrong. If anything, your behavior proves I'm right." She sidestepped and managed to get past him and into the room. Everything was just as she'd requested
She folded her napkin and placed it on the table. "I'm finished. I've arranged for dessert to be delivered to our cabin." Drew's eyes blazed hot, and determination lined his clenched jaw.
"I'll see that you get dessert."
"No. Tonight it's my way, or not at all."
A muscle twitched in his temple. "What way is that? Exactly."
If she thought for a second Drew would hurt her, she would have been concerned about the way he'd said those few words. But Drew wouldn't hurt her. Ever. At least not physically. She was all too aware that he alone had the power to break her heart, because she'd long ago given it to him. When she left, she'd leave it behind. With a man who didn't want it, didn't want anything but her body. That worked both ways, the body part at least. She wanted his, and he was going to give it to her. He might not be happy about it, but he'd like it. She was sure of that.
"I said I'd bring the handcuffs. I did. Tonight, you're mine."
He raised one eyebrow and his lips twitched in…amusement? "What if I don't want to be yours?"
"Oh, you do. Right now you're hard as a post, and your balls are turning blue. You've been staring at me like I'm an alien, and I'm inclined to indulge you in your little fantasy."
"What fantasy is that?"
Bree leaned over the table and crooked her finger at him. He leaned in and she whispered, "The one where you're my prisoner, and I take advantage of you. The one where your cock is mine to do with as I please. The one where I give you hell, then take you to heaven."
"You think this is my fantasy?" He growled.
"I know it is. You're a generous lover. You give your partners what you think they want, when you want more. You want a woman to give you what you want. I'm that woman."
"What do you think I want?" His voice was steadier now.
"You want someone to return the favor. Someone to focus entirely on making you feel good. Someone to take the decisions out of your hands. Someone who will make you beg."
"I don't beg."
"You will."
His eyes went dark, and he shifted in his seat. Again.
She had him squirming, and that's just what she wanted. "Are you afraid, Drew? You were all about chaining me to Andromeda's Rock, but when it comes to giving me the same power over you, you're chicken. I can hear you clucking. Or is that your knees knocking?"
Drew stood, his movements controlled and methodical.
Bree smiled at his obvious arousal and took his outstretched hand, threading her fingers through his. His skin was on fire, something she was surprised to notice. She herself was so hot, spontaneous combustion might be a possibility. His eyes smoldered with promise, despite the ticking muscle in his jaw. She'd pushed him near to breaking. The knowledge made her heart lurch and her insides turn to liquid.
"Let's go," he said.
Bree led the way with Drew's hand searing a brand into the small of her back. Never once did his hand leave her back all the way to his—now their—cabin. He spoke not a word, but the pace he set conveyed plenty of meaning. Drew was in a hurry, but no more so than she. As soon as the door closed behind them, his hand slipped around her waist, turning her. Her back met the door, and Drew pressed his length against her. He ducked his head and took her mouth in a brutal kiss that left no doubt in her mind. She'd gotten to him. She'd nailed his fantasy, and he had every intention of denying it, denying himself and her of a night of incredible sex.
Chapter Nine
She pushed against his hard chest. "Stop," she said, wrenching her mouth away from his. "Get your hands off me."
His body tensed. Then he stepped away, leaving scorch marks on her breast and ass where his hands had been.
"I get it. You don't have to go all macho on me to prove I'm wrong. If anything, your behavior proves I'm right." She sidestepped and managed to get past him and into the room. Everything was just as she'd requested
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