“Give me a minute to clean up, and we’ll go find out.”
He washed up in the en suite bathroom. When he came back, Kim was still staring at the four-poster, a thoughtful expression on her face. He hoped she had the same thoughts he did. He’d never considered himself particularly kinky, but after the dance she’d led him on, something about having Kim tied up, naked and at his mercy, appealed to his sense of justice. And his dick. Suddenly, he was in a hurry.
“Let’s go get that food.”
Chapter Fifteen
They ate at the huge oak table in the vast kitchen.
“I love this kitchen,” Kim said. “I could live in this one room.”
“This was the old castle kitchen, though it’s not as old as the main building. When that was first built the kitchen was in a separate structure to avoid fire.”
“You seem to know a lot about the place.”
“Kieran is considering selling. He thought a castle sounded like a good idea, but he likes to be warm—he’s more a Caribbean style of guy. I liked the place when I was here last, and I know Dad would love it.”
“You’re going to buy a castle?”
She sounded shocked, and he smiled. “It’s a good time. Property prices are low right now. It would be a bargain.”
“A bargain castle?”
He took a sip of red wine. He’d selected a bottle from the well-stocked wine cellar. There was also champagne in the fridge, and he’d take a bottle up with them after they finished eating. Kim drank her wine slowly. Good. He didn’t want her drunk—on the other hand, a little champagne in her veins might make her more amenable to his plans.
The fridge was also well stocked with local produce, smoked salmon, venison steaks, cheese. They dined on a picnic of crusty bread and bits and pieces.
He loved watching her eat. He’d spent too much time dating models who watched everything that went into their mouths. His lips quirked as he remembered one girl who refrained from swallowing during oral sex because she claimed his semen had too many calories. He reckoned Kim wouldn’t hesitate. She’d eat him up.
He shifted on his seat and glanced up to find her studying him, one eyebrow raised.
“Just thinking about oral sex,” he murmured and grinned as a flush stained her cheeks. She had so much to learn, and he couldn’t wait to start teaching her.
He pushed his plate away. “Have you had enough?”
She took one last nibble of cheese and nodded, licked the crumbs from her lips, then held his gaze as she swiped her tongue over her lower lip. The muscles in his belly clenched as she smiled slowly.
Maybe she didn’t have so much to learn, after all.
He grabbed the bottle of champagne on the way out, then took her hand and almost pulled her along. She stumbled in her heels, cursed, and righted herself. He handed her the bottle, grabbed her by the waist, and tossed her over his shoulder. For a second, she squirmed, and he placed a hand on her buttocks and squeezed. She went still and didn’t speak until he dropped her in the middle of the four-poster bed.
He took the bottle from her hand and placed it on the bedside table, then drew out a handful of condoms from his pocket and tossed them beside the champagne. He had more in his bag, and he hoped he would need them.
Kim stared up at him, her long legs sprawled, the leather skirt rucked up around her slender thighs. Blood drained so fast from his body to his dick that for a moment he felt almost light-headed.
“Are you turning into some sort of caveman?” she asked, but didn’t appear upset. Instead, she still seemed thoughtful, causing a small niggle of worry to start up in his brain.
“Maybe…” He wondered how to steer the conversation to his plans for the evening. Or perhaps he should shelve them for tonight. He didn’t want to scare her off, and his fantasies could overwhelm her if he gave them free rein. She still worried about the control issue, which he admitted was one of his flaws.
But she had the same failing.
That’s why she’d had such trouble with her father and her husband. Her ex had been an asshole, although she might have dealt with him better if she’d had more confidence in herself. Jake needed to reassure her she’d be in control whenever she wanted, but maybe tying her to the bed wasn’t the best demonstration.
He sank down beside her and stroked her silky, stocking-covered leg. Then he unbuckled the ankle straps on her shoes, threw them onto the floor, and massaged her feet. She had beautiful feet, narrow with a high instep. She wriggled her toes against his hand. He lifted her foot and placed it against his groin, and she wriggled her toes some more, this time against his erection. He rested his hand over her foot and held her still. He wanted to say something before he lost the ability to reason.
“Control is a two-way thing, Kim.”
Her eyes widened as though his words weren’t what she expected. “Is it? I don’t feel like I have much control over you.”