Anger and excitement surged through me. How dare he speak to me that way? Yet those words lit every nerve ending in my body like a Christmas tree, and the battle between morality and depravity continued.
Could it be he was going to make love to me, finally? Desire coiled deep in my belly, like a serpent waiting to strike. I kept my head bowed and eyes cast down. I didn’t even know how I knew this was the thing to do; I just knew it felt right.
Connor went to the bar and poured himself a drink. He circled around me once before settling in the easy chair in front of the large granite fireplace. I could feel his eyes examining me, sizing up his quarry while he decided what to do with her. Oh boy. I’ve done it now. Anticipation continued to bubble up through me like an effervescent drink poured over ice.
“What am I to do with you, Katherine?”
I wisely kept my mouth shut.
“So what is it that gave you the urge to throw yourself at that man? And that is not a rhetorical question.”
Sweet. He’s jealous.
“I wouldn’t call it throwing myself—”
“Are you really going to quibble with me over semantics? I want the truth.”
He started pacing. There was a seriously dangerous undertone to his deceptively mild voice that sent shivers of lust dancing through my core.
Oh boy. I took a deep breath and tried to push away the fluttering, empty feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“I wanted to have some fun, and you weren’t interested, or so it seemed.”
I stared at my reflection in the polished shoes that planted directly in front of me.
“So you decided just anyone would do?”
I couldn’t resist being just a little bit saucy.
“He wasn’t just anyone, Connor. Did you take a good look at him?”
I had to endure several seconds of silence that seemed to stretch to forever. Then…
“I. Beg. Your. Pardon?”
Oh boy. I mentally counted to ten while weighing my options.
“Nothing worth repeating.”
He resumed his pacing. Kind of like a caged cheetah—all sinew and rippling muscle, balking at the cage of his own making.
He wanted me. I could feel it. Yet the part of him that held back was like an impenetrable wall. And I suddenly realized he was giving me the key to find my way back to him.
Things had been weird since the accident, but since I didn’t have a lot of memories to occupy my mind, I was free to watch and absorb. I’d learned a lot about this man of mine, this man I couldn’t remember yet I knew had always been a part of me. This man, this incredibly sexy, moody, controlling, charming, man baffled me. This man they told me was my husband, but who didn’t act like a husband, who didn’t feel like a husband. Whatever a husband felt like.
But then what did he feel like? Oh in some ways he acted like we had been lovers, but he sure as hell wasn’t jumping my bones now. They always tell you if a guy’s interested, he’ll jump your bones. Lucky, lucky me. I get the one man on earth who doesn’t fit the status quo. I—oh God, I was getting pissy. That probably was not a good thing.
I know it’s weird that we women think there’s some female out there who stops our man’s heart with one look. The kind of woman who, when she throws a hissy fit, turns his crank so much, he backs her against the door, ramming his thigh between her legs. Okay, I’m starting to hyperventilate on the thought of Connor pinning me against the door, arms high above my head. Just the thought of the force along with all his hot, smoldering heat had me slick with anticipation.
“Katherine!” His voice was like a whip.
Whoops. Shit. I had no idea what he’d said.
“I think it’s time we remind you about submission.”
The tiny shards of ice in his voice sent an absolute spasm of exquisite torment rushing straight through every nerve ending in my body. Oh my God. What was he going to do? Would he spank me? The thought raised bolts of lust and desire and just raw animal need for him. Get a grip, Kat.
Abruptly he stopped pacing.
I got to my feet somewhat awkwardly and followed him. And then it hit me. I needed to pee. Oh boy. It just didn’t feel like a good moment to bring it up, not with the vibe radiating off Connor that minute.
He stopped in front of a room, unlocked and opened the door, then gestured me in. I preceded him into the room and caught a brief glimpse of stuff that I associated with having great fun. He pointed to a door on my left.
“I expect you out here in five minutes, naked, and ready to do exactly what I say.”
Containing all things romance.