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It probably will be fine, but that doesn't make what he just did any less annoying. "You can't make decisions like that for me."
"Tell me you want to leave then."
I'm completely speechless.
"Tell me to untie you, and you can call a ride, go home, and make it on your flight tomorrow."
I should. But I don't.
"I think you want to be here almost as much as I need you here."
I scoff. "Need me?"
"Yes, Blake." His hands resume their positions on my jaw. "I need you here. I can't let you walk away. Iwon'tlet you walk away. Unless that's really what you want."
"I don't know what I want."
It's an honest answer. I know he knows it is too, becausehe rewards me with a kiss. A soft, slow kiss that threatens to make me melt right out of these bindings.
I pull back for a second. "Can you untie me?"
"Are you going to run?"
"Not in just my underwear, I'm not."
I can feel his smile against my lips. "Well, in that case, I’d better remove the rest of your clothes. Just to be safe."
I lean forward to press my lips into his again, but I'm too slow. He's already backed away and ducked down to start untying my ankles. He does it so reverently, running his hand up and down my legs as he does so. Next, he undoes the rope around my wrists. He inspects each one to make sure there's no rope burns and kisses the inside of each of my wrists.
When he's done, I almost wish I was still tied to the chair. At least then I didn't have to make the decision of what to do next. Sitting here now, I find myself frozen.
"Kass..."
"Yeah, Blake?" He looks up at me from his knees. He looks at me like I’m a piece of priceless art he can’t buy. Like he can only enjoy my presence for a finite amount of time, so he’s going to milk every second of it.
I run my hands through his hair. "I need you to fuck me right now."
Chapter Thirty-Three
KASS
She doesn't need to ask me twice. Before I know it, I'm scooping her up and throwing her onto the bed.
"Fuck, I thought I'd never hear you say that again."
I grab her legs and pull her to the edge of the bed. When I lift the hem of my old shirt to expose the soft skin on her hips, I drop to my knees and sink my teeth in. Her gasp rings in my ears, but I don't let that stop me. I need her like I've never needed anything in my life before.
I swear she almost admitted her feelings for me during my interrogation. If she had, I probably would have dropped dead. But I knew getting Blake to admit she has feelings for me was a long shot. The look of fear in her eyes told me everything I needed to know. She's in uncharted territory as far as her feelings go, and that thought alone is fueling my fire right now. The idea of being someone who leaves Blake speechless is enough to make a man's ego inflate to unmanageable proportions.
I tear her panties down her thighs and spread her legs. "You're just as perfect as I remember."
"You're acting like you haven't seen my pussy in years."
"Shut up and take the compliment."
She starts to snap back at me, but I shut her up by diving into her, my tongue flicking her clit, making my name the only word that comes out of her mouth.
"Kass..."
