Tied Up, Tied Down (Rough Riders #4)(23)

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Maybe some other time. Take me to bed, cowboy.”


“No.” Kade stepped back, way back, letting her arms drop to her sides. “Why are you so insistent on me makin’ love to you only in a bed?”


“Why are you being so insistent on doing me in the kitchen in broad daylight?”


“What’s wrong with that? Knockin’ the dishes to the floor and havin’ my wicked way with you on the table?”


Her briefly liberating thought: Hallelujah! A man who cares enough to figure out what I want, was replaced with her usual paranoid thought: No way! It’s neon bright in here and you’d be disgusted with my cottage cheese thighs and jelly belly.

“There’s nothing wrong with it if you’re into that sort of thing.”


“And you’re not?” he demanded. “Is makin’ love only supposed to be done in the dark, at night, in missionary position?”


“Is that the issue? You’re discovering I’m not sexually adventurous enough for you?

Or spontaneous enough for you?”


His answering grin wasn’t particularly pleasant. “No, the real issue ain’t about me or what I want. The real issue is you’re scared to death to lose control to get what you want, darlin’.”


Her heart began to pound. Dammit. Did Kade really know her so well in such a short amount of time? When no one other man bothered to really see her? To dig beneath the surface, to look beyond her dress size and the size of her bank account? To figure out her cool efficiency was a facade? “Kade—”


“I can see you’re afraid to lose control to anyone, not just to me. See, I’m pretty sure you think about us screwin’ on this table. Goin’ at it on the living room floor until we’re covered in rug burns. You think about gettin’ on your knees and suckin’ me off. Or me pinnin’ you to the shower wall and f*ckin’ you mindless while we’re wet and slippery.

Or me bendin’ you over the porch railin’, and poundin’ into you from behind. You think about doin’ sixty-nine with me on the couch. Or how raunchy it’d feel to have me in your ass. Or usin’ sex toys on you. Or me tyin’ you up. You think about me f*ckin’ you in all the ways you’ve never let any other man f*ck you.”


With each accentuated phrase, Kade sidled closer.

“But know what I really think?”


She shook her head.

“You don’t wanna think. You wish I’d take control of all sexual situations so you don’t hafta worry about your response. You get to experience pure sexual satisfaction without guilt. You do what I tell you, knowin’ full well that you’ll love every damn minute of it. Because you know in your heart, I’d never do anything to hurt or humiliate you. In private or in public.

“You crave that out-of-control feelin’, Sky. I can give it to you. I can give you everything you’ve ever wanted in bed and out of it. You gotta take a chance and trust me, sweetheart. You gotta take a chance a let go of your goddamned iron control and give yourself to me without boundaries.”


Kade kissed her in a brutal show of male possession, of frustration, of absolute pure animal attraction, of a man choosing his mate and marking her his.

That raw power sucked her in like a drug. The ultimate aphrodisiac. Skylar kissed him with equal abandon, following his lead until he ripped his mouth free and backed away from her.

“Your days of controllin’ our sexual encounters end now.”


“But—”


“Ah-ah-ah. I ain’t done. If you say yes to me havin’ complete control over everything sex-wise, you don’t get to change your mind. And you sure as hell don’t get to say no, at any point, to anything I tell you to do once we start this.”


“You’re joking.”


“No, ma’am, I’ve never been more serious in my life. I’m trying to prepare you for what bein’ intimate with me means.”


Skylar stared at him, almost as if she’d never seen him before. The Kade McKay she knew would never make demands like this.

Maybe you don’t know him as well as you thought.

Maybe you don’t know yourself as well as you thought if you’re considering saying yes to this craziness for one single minute, Skylar Blue Ellison.

She wished the prim and proper voice in her head would take a hike. Yet, his demands scared her to pieces. Maybe she could get him to back down a little. Redefine his laundry list of suggestions. Promise to ease into fun and sex games. Not start out at super-kinky and progress to wilder sexual scenarios from there.

Softly, he said, “It won’t work.”


“What?”


“The deer in the headlights look. The puppy dog eyes. The female half-pout. There ain’t no half-measures for either of us anymore, Sky. It’s all or nothin’.”


Semi-annoyed, she demanded, “So what? If I say no to being your sex slave you’re leaving us?”


He was in her space, dark, and dangerous, all pissed off primal male. “I’m not leavin’. Eliza is my daughter and I’m in her life. Period.” He angled his head, letting his hot breath tease her ear. “And aren’t you clever, tryin’ to change my focus to something besides the fact you didn’t deny you’d enjoy the hell out of bein’ my sex slave?”