wasn’t about to give up on it.
Not that she’d abandon her vibrators, but every so often, a good wholesome fuck wouldn’t go amiss. Why she hadn’t thought of a dating agency before she didn’t know, and then frowned. Yes she did, it was her abnormal fear of getting close, to anyone.
But tonight had proved she could detach her mind and leave her body free to enjoy itself. To make wild love, and then switch off. And Jess kept those thoughts, imprinted them on her mind, because deep down well…she refused to assimilate her reasoning.
The door to their room closed, and she tracked him in silence as he prowled around the large area. She sat on the bed and wondered what was wrong, why he appeared a bunched up roll of testosterone. And wished he’d cover himself up, she followed the sway of his lazy lob. Frigging hell, it looked like a pendulum. Jess was mesmerized by it.
He spun on her. “I need you to give me a safe word, one that you’ll use if you no longer want me to continue, it’s the ultimate in stopping me.”
She shrugged her shoulders; hell, she couldn’t remember her password on her computer, instead had it written down. Then, she’d forget where she’d put that, keeping it safe, it was usually lost forever. Jess noticed that he appeared unconcerned with his nudity, whilst she snagged a sheet across hers. Her focus ripped into him, she could look at him all day and still never get fed up.
He crossed the room to stand before her and tilted her chin up. “Answer me, Jessalyn.”
Yeah, whatever , how the hell could she when that awesome weapon of mass destruction primed her? She tried to concentrate, to drag her gaze from his lazy lob. Heck, even lazy, it was one hell of a specimen.
She noticed the tiniest hint of a smile crease his lips. “I need a safe word.” His hand flashed out and snatched at the sheet, drawing it off her. “I didn’t give you permission to cover your body.”
Bossy bastard. And her mind went blank.
“It can be a colour, green, amber, or red is the usual, but boring. I like a bit of diversity.”
“Er, how about stop?”
“Nope, too banal, too blasé.”
She gave a loud huff. “Help?”
“Jessalyn,” his voice growled on a low rumble.
“Caprice.”
He cricked his head, paused, and then nodded. “Caprice it is; if at any time you want me to stop, use it.”
Fine, if I can bloody remember it.
“And now, I’ll introduce you to our toy room.” Taking her hand, he hauled her up. She slammed into his body, and her clit sneaked a peek at his lazy lob, calling to him. Christ, what was wrong with her? She’d already had two glorious orgasms since waking up, and she was sniffing around for another?
“Don’t fret, little one, I’ll see to it you receive your next climax, and trust me, you’ll be screaming to come.”
She shot him a shocked glare. “How did you know —” Then backtracked, “I mean, er, oh never mind.” Before mumbling, “Sir.”
Chapter Seven
Rune covered her lips with a lazy kiss. His arm snatched around her hips, and he pulled her close. She reached up, curling her hand into his hair that brushed across the nape of his neck. Again, she had that need, to lay him down and ride him. His eyes burned a molten gold over her, and releasing her, he stepped back to open a nearby door, one that she hadn’t spotted.
He indicated with a call of his fingers. She trod forward, her own eyes widened in shock, she hesitated at the entrance, and her hand gripped her throat.
“This is a play room?” She glanced around with worried eyes. “It looks like a place of torture.”
“It is,” he confirmed, his attention didn’t move from her face. “But the torture is or will be exquisite.”
A tune tinkled through the air, Rune crossed to the large oak cabinet, he picked his mobile up. “Yes?” The single word rapped out. His gaze darkened, and his eyes flickered with a sharp intensity. “I’ll be there in five.” He dropped the phone and,