Carnal Captive (40 page)

She
wasn’t sure
when he climbed onto the bed and straddled her. Maybe minutes, maybe hours—her body had lost the ability to tell time. It knew one thing, the question
inherent in his cock gliding over her sex
.

“Yes,” she whispered and guided him into her. His
bulk filled
her, took control and tossed her about.

Handed her hot, rushing release.

“I don’t want to talk about what happened,” she said afterward.

“Neither do I.”

“Or about tomorrow.”
Being free. Having a place to call my own. Painting again.

“
In other words, there’s j
ust today
for us
?” he asked. “And tonight?”

“
I don’t know about the future
.” Cradling his spent cock between her palms, she willed it back to life. There was only now.
Him.
Taking the first step toward trusting him.
Heat. Becoming a woman again.