Free Turning Point (The Kathleen Turner Series) by Tiffany Snow Page A

bathroom, then heard the sound of the water running. A shower sounded good, but I was just too tired.

    I was back in that room from the club tonight, only rather than observing the stage, I was on the stage. I was naked, my wrists bound and caught above my head. Scared, I pulled and yanked, but I couldn’t release my hands. Finally, I gave up, looking around instead. No one was in the audience. I appeared to be alone.
    Then I saw him.
    Kade stood in the shadows, staring at me. When our eyes met, he stepped forward into the light. It shone down from above, casting his eyes into shadow.
    My breath caught in my lungs. He was barefoot, clad only in his jeans. Greedily, I absorbed the view of his muscled chest and arms, planes and angles that I knew were hard to the touch.
    The hungry look I knew so well scanned my body. Kade took his time examining me, and I flushed hotly under his scrutiny. When his eyes once again met mine, they seemed to burn.
    Kade prowled toward me with an easy grace—a work of art in motion. His dark beauty was edged with a dangerous, otherworldly quality.
    My heart was racing when he moved close enough to touch me, and I couldn’t tear my gaze from his.
    My alarm had morphed into a different kind of fear. He reached out, a lone finger trailing up my side, then brushing over my collarbone to trace a tantalizing path between my breasts down to my navel.
    “You want this,” he said, his voice low and sensuous, like warmed brandy flowing through my veins. “You just won’t admit it.”
    I couldn’t move, bound as I was, couldn’t get away.
    Kade’s hand slipped between my thighs. I whimpered in the back of my throat at the intimate touch.
    It wasn’t true. I didn’t want Kade.
    His eyes delved into mine, a knowing twist to his lips as I refused to speak. The wetness beneath his hand didn’t lie. I squeezed my eyes tightly closed, horrified at my body’s reaction.
    “Your turn, bitch.”
    My eyes flew open, only it was no longer Kade touching me, but Parker.
    I screamed, thrashing, unable to get away. I screamed again, a raw sound tearing out of my throat.
    “Kathleen! Wake up!”
    Kade’s voice penetrated the horror of my nightmare and I jerked awake to find I was tangled in the blanket. Still caught in a web of fear, I frantically pushed it off, sitting up and drawing my knees to my chest.
    Kade sat next to me, his hand tightly gripping my arm. The pressure produced an acute sensation to my already overly heightened nervous system. “Are you all right?”
    I nodded shakily. “Just a bad dream.”
    Well, it had ended that way, though that’s certainly not how it had begun. My body remembered, too, arousal and shame still pulsing through my veins.
    Kade eased me back down on the bed, where he lay spooning me, one arm draped casually over my waist. “Go back to sleep. You’re all right.”
    I wanted to push him away, not have him touch me, but I just gritted my teeth and stayed quite still. My whole body cringed at the picture my traitorous subconscious had painted.
    The bare skin of my back above and below the tube top pressed against his chest. I could feel the slight abrasion from the hair on his arm as it lay in the curve of my waist. The brush of his warm breath tickled my shoulder.
    “Relax,” Kade soothed. “You’re strung as tight as a bow.” He pressed the palm of his hand against my abdomen, his thumb brushing lightly over my skin.
    That wasn’t helping.
    I squeezed my eyes shut. “I just need… some space,” I said.
    Kade’s hand froze. Without saying a word, he pulled away to lie on his back, bending his arms behind his head. I could practically feel the anger and tension rolling off him in waves.
    I turned over so I was facing him, then hesitated. I didn’t want to hurt him, but neither did I want to encourage him. “I just… need some boundaries,” I tried to explain.
    He didn’t say anything, so I tried again. “I care about you, but we’re just friends,