Free Propositioning Mr. Raine by Laurann Dohner Page A

I’m sorry about how early I go to bed.”
    “I’m tired too.” She closed her eyes. “I don’t want to move.”
    He laughed as he withdrew slowly from her body, lifting off her. “You’re on top of the covers so you have to get up. You tear them down the bed for us and I’ll get the light.”
    She forced her body to move, grateful when Navarro handed her a towel when he stood at the edge of the bed to help her stand. She used it to clean herself and then pulled back the covers. She got back into his bed as the light went out. In seconds he was flat on his back, pulling her into his arms.
    “You can make yourself at home here, Trina. If you want to sleep in, sleep. If you want to cook, eat with me.” He nuzzled her neck to place a kiss there. “I like you in my arms. Did you sleep good with me?”
    “Yes.” She burrowed closer to him. She didn’t mention that she slept too well for her own good.
    4 Chapter Five
     
    Trina walked up the porch steps, biting her lip, reminding herself that Navarro had told her to be herself. She loved to bake. So maybe I overdid it but I was bored today. This was the fifth night and she wouldn’t see him for a few days, just as their agreement stated. He’s been a real sport about me cooking breakfast. I hope he handles baked goods just as well.
    A smile curved her lips, remembering the night before when she’d arrived at his house. Navarro had met her at the door totally naked, hauled her into the house, nearly torn off her clothes, then lifted her naked body into his arms. She’d been shocked when he’d carried her into his dining room, staring in stunned amazement at what he’d done to it.
    Candles lit the room. He’d tossed a sleeping bag on top of the dining room table and he’d promptly laid her on top of. He had chuckled as he ordered her to stay still.
    She had frozen in place, just allowing him to do what he would with her. He bent to lift something at the edge of the table. She’d stared at the scarf but said nothing as he’d bound her wrist. He had gone around the table tying her limbs to the four corners where he’d already attached the scarves to the legs. He’d smiled at her while informing her that he’d been thinking about doing that to her all day.
    Being in the dining room had made Trina a little nervous. What if one of his wayward brothers came home? She’d gotten the impression they weren’t good about calling to give a warning before they popped in but she’d forgotten that worry when Navarro had walked to a side table to hold up honey in a bottle he’d kept by a candle so it would be warm on her skin. It had been a sexually stimulating experience as he’d dripped the warmed substance on her breasts, stomach, and thighs.
    She’d been tied flat, bound so she could barely move and then Navarro had gotten on the table with her. He’d started at her breasts, licking to remove each drop of honey.
    By the time he got to her thighs she’d been so hot and bothered that she’d been begging him to fuck her. He’d finally untied her ankles, hiked her legs over his shoulders, and used his mouth to make her come. He’d damn near licked her to within an inch of her life.
    She knocked again at the door, her mind still on the night before. After she’d climaxed, Navarro had untied her wrists, tugged her off the table, and had gripped her hand to drag her into the living room. He’d spun her around, bent her over the back of the couch doggy style, and entered her in a heartbeat. The sex had been wild and fantastic with her pinned over the furniture, him driving into her from behind, hot, fast, and rough. She’d loved every second of it.
    4When Navarro still didn’t answer the door, she backed up and frowned as she dragged her thoughts back to the present. Was he in the shower? She turned her head to glance at the long driveway, seeing his truck wasn’t parked there. It hadn’t been there last night either, yet he had been home. She debated on what