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A ghost of a smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. “You’re an icicle. Even with your fluffy socks and a blanket that was no doubt made for wild camping in the Antarctic, you were still so cold to touch every time I joined you in bed. It’s a wonder you don’t wake up with frostbite.”
Chuckling, she lightly smacks the top of my head, then returns to caressing my hair. “It’s not so bad. Besides, I had you to warm me up. I think I knew, even back then. I mean, the bed was warm, and there was this manly scent everywhere. I might have found some of your hair on the pillow too, but I just ostriched my way through it all.”
“I’m not sure that’s a word,” I retort, stifling a snort. “But yeah, you totally hid your head in the sand when it came to me. Why didn’t you look for the other cameras after finding the one in the kitchen?”
She shifts her weight, and I get the feeling she’s embarrassed. “I wasn’t sure it was a camera. It was so small! And, well…maybe a part of me liked the idea of someone watching over me.”
I close my eyes. How did I ever think I could resist her? Stay away from her? Impossible.
I still haven’t said what she wanted to hear, so I push on. “I just wanted to hold you. To feel your body against mine. To listen to you murmur from your sleep. But it wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough. The darkness… There was nothing but darkness. And the only light in it was you. You saved me that night, even if you didn’t know it. And the nights after that…” I hesitate, ashamed. I’m not often ashamed, but what I’m about to say makes me feel like a true scoundrel.
“Let me guess,” Kayla interrupts. “You thought since you’ve already done it before there was no harm in doing it again?”
“Something like that.”
She smacks me a little harder this time. “That is not okay!” she grumbles but doesn’t sound truly angry. More like mildly inconvenienced. “Do you know when was the last time I had great sex? Before today, I mean?”
“Uh…” Out of all the things I expected her to say, this was not one of them. “With Nick?”
She doesn’t bat an eyelash over me knowing her ex’s name. “No! With him, it was always just okay. Not great, not terrible. The last time I had amazing, mind-blowing sex was in college with this exchange student from France. That was YEARS ago, Ethan!”
“Uh-uh.” I’m too busy thinking about the best way to hack into her college’s registry and track down all exchange students from France who attended classes at the same time Kayla was there. It’s a good thing I have a passport because I’ll have to take a trip to France.
She smacks my head again. “Focus. I’m not mad at you for having sex with me without my consent. I’m mad at you for having sex with me when I couldn’t enjoy or remember it! And, yeah, I know it makes me weird, but it’s not like you did it because you wanted to hurt me. It’s just…disappointing to have all those sexy dreams but not being able to remember the whole thing.”
“What?” I sit up, needing to look her in the eyes. I need to know whether she’s telling the truth or just trying to placate me. “Really?”
She worries her lip and I ache to kiss her, but I also need the truth, so I wait.
“Yes, really,” she says, holding my gaze. “I know I’m weird, but maybe that’s a good thing? Like… Me being weird makes me compatible with you…? Like—”
Her words shatter the last remains of my self-control, and I capture her lips. “I’ll make it up to you,” I promise fervently. “Every night. Everything I did. I’ll do it again so you can remember. So you can enjoy it. So I can hear you moan and scream my name. Okay?”
“Okay,” she breathes out, and that’s all the consent I need.
Chapter 33
Kayla
Dazed from Ethan’s ruthlessassault on my mouth, I only realize I’m lying on the floor when the cold seeps through the thin material of my T-shirt. One of his hands is at the back of my neck, the other one kneading my breast. I whimper as he rolls my nipple between his fingers.
I know he promised to make everything up to me, but I didn’t think he’d start straight away. And as much as I’m primed to have sex with him again, there are currently other things I crave more.
“Wait.” My whisper is lost in my gasp as he lowers his mouth to my neck and nips at the sensitive skin. I almost let him continue, but other basic urges are getting harder and harder to ignore. “Ethan, stop,” I say more forcefully, tugging on his hair to get his attention.
To his credit, he stops immediately, pulling away from me with a startled expression. “I’m sorry. I thought—”
I hold my hand up to stop him. “I want to have sex with you,” I tell him to clear out any misunderstandings, then pause to think about my next words.
As much as I like this cute, bashful version of Ethan, I also like the confident stalker Ethan, and I want him back. He’ll probably need a moment to recover after reliving those awful memories, but I can’t have him thinking I’m afraid of him now or that I resent him, especially since nothing could be further from the truth. I admire him, and I need to make sure he knows it.
Also, I’m not ready to end this kidnapping scenario before I get more kinky, rough sex. Preferably with ropes instead of handcuffs this time because the metal cuffs are anything but comfortable, and I’ll probably have bruises from how hard I yanked on them when I was half crazy with lust.
“I will absolutely hold you up to your promise to make it all up for me. However, I’m not having sex on this cold and hard floor. Also, I need to pee, take a shower, and eat something. And your hand needs to be cleaned and bandaged. After that, I expect my big, scary kidnapper to see to my other needs.”
Ethan blinks, his lips parting a little as he stares at me. I can almost see the wheels in his head turn as he mulls my words over, trying to make sense of them.
When he still doesn’t say anything, I decide to needle him a little. “I know I risk being a disobedient captive and angering the man holding me here against my will, but I have to say this. For a man with such a vast experience with kidnapping people, you suck at taking care of your captives.” I grin as I say the words, making sure he knows I’m just making fun of him.
