Free Hold Me Close by Eliza Gayle Page B

vacation.” She blurted out the first thing that popped in her head besides how much she wanted him.
    “Some vacation.” He pulled her into his arms and rubbed his hands from her shoulders to her ass. “You looked ready to sacrifice yourself to the angry gods out here.”
    “I like it. Sunny beaches have never been my thing. They remind me of family vacations that sucked.” She also liked how his hands felt on her hot skin.  
    “What about this?” He rubbed his opposite hand across the collar at her neck. “Why are you still wearing it?”
    Her brain froze for a second. She couldn’t tell him that she didn’t want to take it off. Instead, she shrugged. “Forgot about it in the whirlwind of leaving and hopping on a plane. The minute I left the club I was rushed to the airport and then here. I was so exhausted, I fell into bed and slept all day.” Obviously he didn’t want her wearing it.
    “I’m sorry I forgot to take it off at the club.” She reached behind her neck for the buckle and started to undo the fastener.
    “No.” He grabbed her hand and part of her hair, pulling both away. “When I’m ready to take it off, I’ll take it off.” The stern vibration in his voice washed over her, sending a jolt zipping through her body.  
    “But—”  
    “Bonnie, don’t. No more topping from the bottom. Is that clear? If there is something that you want, you can ask and I’ll take it under consideration. If I tell you to do or not do something, you say Yes, Sir. It’s that simple. At least until the collar comes off. Do you understand?”
    With her heart racing faster than before she answered, “Yes, Sir.”
      “Good. Now let’s go inside and you can tell me what got you out here on your knees.” He bent over and retrieved her robe. “I’m beyond curious.”
    Her heart sank. There was something about this moment of the two of them in the wilds of nature with his hands on her naked body that she didn’t want to end. Talk would lead to him telling her what he didn’t want from her. She pulled back slightly. “I don’t want to go inside yet.”
    “Why not?” he asked. He still held her robe but he’d stopped trying to wrap it around her shoulders.  
    “Inside is reality, however harsh it may be. I came outside to escape it.”
    His brows pulled together. “Bonnie, look around you. Nothing about this place screams reality. Hell, I’m not even sure if you are really here or if my imagination has conjured you. And if one more person says the island is going to give me what I need, I’m liable to hit something.”
    Bonnie raised her hand and tried to hide the smile threatening to burst free. She also worked to tamp down the joy she felt knowing that she’d been on his mind today too. “I know what you mean, Sir. But at least out here, I don’t know, there’s something wild about it. We’re free.”
    He stared at her for several long agonizing heart beats. She really wasn’t trying to tell him what to do. Standing in front of her, he seemed as cagey as the storm. The short sleeve navy shirt he wore hugged his body in the wind and the ink on his arms drew her gaze. And now that she’d seen him fully naked, she ached to see all of him again. Too many tattoos to count covered his skin, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t run her fingers or maybe even her tongue over each and every one until she’d memorized them. Yeah, she liked that idea.
    “I seem to have a hard time saying no to you.” He pulled her back into his arms and brushed the hair out of her eyes. “But you need to learn a lesson in not getting your way all the time. On your knees.” He dropped her robe at her feet, making a temporary cushion.
    She blinked once, then twice, before slowly sliding to the ground, feeling happier than she’d felt since leaving Purgatory.  
    Dex tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back until their gazes met. “Now tell me what brings my sub out into the unpredictable wildness