“I touched you,” he said, and desire heated his eyes.
He joined the kiss, sliding his tongue inside her mouth, tilting his head for a better angle. She closed her eyes and pressed her body into his. She moved with him, making him groan.
“We made amazing love,” she said between kisses.
Suddenly he lifted his head, knocking his forehead into hers. “The boat just rocked. Someone came onboard.”
“No, Kade, it was just the wake of another boat. You’re safe. We’re safe here.”
She ran her hands over his shoulders, along his arms. She laced her fingers with his. His fingers remained stiff and straight. Tap into the fantasy, keep him there and away from memories.
“Squeeze my hands,” she ordered.
He complied, clamping his fingers over hers. Panic fluttered through her. She was as secured there as he was.
“Release me,” she said.
He held her, an intense look on his face. The pressure squeezed the blood from her fingers.
“Release me, Kade.”
His grip loosened, and she slid her hands free.
“Why am I cuffed to the bed?” He looked at his hands. “You’re keeping me captive?”
“We’re playing a game.” She nuzzled the curve of his neck, kissing the warm skin there, feeling his hair tickling her cheek. “I’m the dominant. You the submissive. You do as I say. Call me Mistress.”
“A sex game?”
“Exactly.”
He nodded in understanding, a smile slowly spreading across his face. “Mistress.”
“Tell me you’re my pet.”
“I’m your pet.”
She ran her hands up beneath his shirt, her fingers skimming the ridges of his stomach. She kissed his chin, traced her tongue along that superhero indent, nibbled on his lower lip. This time he dipped his head and kissed her without being ordered to. Reflex? Or another memory. No, she had to keep him out of his memories.
“You love me,” she said, pinning him with her gaze.
He met her gaze. “I love you.”
Though the words weren’t genuine, they washed over her anyway. Silly girl. “I love you, too.” She braced her hands on either side of his face. “We’ve loved each other from that first time we met. Our gazes met across the crowded dance floor. Do you remember?”
His eyebrows furrowed as he searched for the memory. Of course, he would find none, exactly what she wanted. He shook his head.
“It’s okay, because I remember. I remember for both of us. We danced to Take My Breath Away, and you told me how much you loved the group Berlin. And I told you I did, too, because the lead singer sounds so strong and sure of herself. You said you liked her cool half black and half blond hair in the old music videos.”
“I don’t?—”
“And we kissed on the dance floor, at the end of the song, and we kept kissing right into the next one, which was Mon A Q’s Stay in Love, and we laughed because when we came out of it everyone was watching us. Kiss me like that again.”
He did, fully and thoroughly.
It was the last test, and she reached up and released the cuffs. “I’m your Mistress.”
“I’m your submissive.”
