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“What about your meeting?”
“My meeting’s over.”
Guilt slipped in. “Because of me?”
He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and gave her a gentle squeeze. Her guilt slipped away, and she licked her lips.
“My meeting was over because I said it was over.” He leaned down and gave her another quick kiss before pulling the door closed behind her and leaving her alone.
Jesska sat on the edge of the tub and dropped her head in her hands. She studied her leg. The now white scars of many of her “relief sessions,” slanted over her skin, but the place she’d just cut was perfect. No scar, no scab, no pain.
“Are you getting dressed?” Kaspar called through the door.
She frowned, but not in an I’m-mad-at-you, this-is-none-of-your-business kind of way, but in a how-will-I-ever-deserve-you kind of way.
“Yes, Kaz. I’m getting dressed.”
She applied lotion and then pulled on her favorite pajamas. A dark blue camisole with white lace around the neckline and matching short-shorts. She slipped from the bathroom to her bedroom and peeked into the living room. Kaz stood by the sofa pouring red wine into a glass, his eyes focused on the television.
Some hockey game was on, but since she didn’t follow hockey, she had no idea who was playing. He caught sight of her and dripped wine down the side of the glass.
“Skít,” he hissed, and set the glass on the table, reaching for a napkin to clean up before turning to her again. “God, baby, you’re stunning.”
Her heart raced. “I am?”
“Yes.” He closed the distance between them. “Maybe you should put on a robe.”
“It’s wet.”
Kaspar groaned.
“You okay?” she asked.
He shook his head, leaning down to cover her lips with his. Jesska grasped his arms when he deepened the kiss, wrapping her legs around his waist as he lifted her and carried her into her bedroom.
He laid her on the mattress, his body covering her as he broke the kiss, dropping his head to her neck and taking several deep breaths. “I need you to put on more clothes, elskan.”
She slid her hands into his hair to keep him from moving. “Or we could take more off.”
He shook his head, his breathing shallow. “No. I will not do this until I bind you, but you make it very difficult to stay with my conviction.”
“Bind me, then.”
He looked up at her slowly, his expression difficult to read. “When you are ready, I will bind you, sweetheart, but not before.”
“I’m ready.”
“No, you’re horny. We both are. There’s a difference.”
She huffed, slipping her hands under his shirt. “Not when the end result is the same.”
Kaspar groaned again, kissing her neck and pushing himself up and off of her. “Please put some clothes on. I will wait for you in the living room.”
She watched him leave, frustrated that he could so quickly gain control, unlike her. She dragged her hands down her face and then slid from the mattress. Reluctantly, she pulled on yoga pants and a long-sleeved T-shirt before joining him back out in the living room.
“That didn’t help much,” he snapped.
Jesska threw her hands in the air. “Well, what am I supposed to do about it? Apparently, everything I own drives you crazy.”
