“Oh, baby, I’m sorry. If you want to go in, that’s okay. I understand.”
“No—no,” I repeated quickly. “It’s not so much that I want to go in—Sloane’s told me a little bit about it, and to be honest, I’m not sure I’m keen on the public part.”
“But?”
I shrugged, then looked away. “I guess I want the experience.” I gathered my courage and met his eyes, finding them warm and understanding. “I want what I could get in there with you.”
A muscle in his cheek tightened, and he nodded. “Okay. We’ll go in.”
I shook my head and grabbed his arm. “No, you don’t understand. I just want you to take me there. I don’t care if it’s in the Firehouse or your bedroom or my house or in the back of your Range Rover. Does that make sense? I want it all, Cole. Everything you are and everything you have to offer. I’ll admit I’m curious, but it’s not a big deal. And if you don’t want to take me here, that’s fine.” I reached up and fingered the necklace he’d given me. “I’ll wear this anywhere you want me to. I just want you to take me all the way.”
“I’ve been thinking about that,” he said, with an odd gleam in his eye. “I was waiting for the right time to bring it up.”
I cocked my head. “What are you talking about?”
“Instead of the Firehouse, I want to take you to our playroom.”
I raised my brows. “You mean, like with sex toys and stuff?”
His laugh was pure delight. “God, Kat, you’re wonderful. Yes, with sex toys and stuff.”
I cocked my head and crossed my arms over my chest. “I hate to mention this, but I don’t think we have such a room. And if we do have one, I’m a little ticked off that you never bothered to mention it to me before.”
“That’s because it doesn’t exist yet. But it occurs to me that you suddenly have a free bedroom. And I can think of one very interesting use that we can put it to.”
I had to admit that he’d made an excellent point.
Over the next few days, we divided our time between Home Depot and Forbidden Fruit, the local sex toy store that Cole introduced me to and that I spent many fascinating moments perusing.
What I found the most interesting, though, was that Home Depot became our primary destination. I might be fascinated with the edible body paint—which I intended to let Cole put to good use, what with his innate artistic skill—but it was wood and pipe and brackets and bolts that he was focused on.
It was a little disconcerting how much hardware was going into that room. And, honestly, I had a feeling he was trying to outdo whatever setup they had at the Firehouse.
He was putting together a St. Andrew’s cross—which was, frankly, the very first thing I wanted to try. But he also had something that looked like a tumbling horse and a piece of pipe with soft ankle restraints on each end that he told me was a spreader bar.
There was a wall with various hooks and latches to allow for different positions. An ornate chandelier that Cole told me would—once it was properly mounted—act as the top cross bar for a sex swing that he had ordered.
Considering how much I’d loved swings back when I was five, the very idea of combining a swing and sex made me more than a little giddy.
In addition to all those things, Cole had at least a dozen more gizmos and contraptions in the works, none of which he’d tell me about.
“Trust me,” he said. And since I did, I left him alone to do the hardware thing while I worked on stocking the more intimate items into pretty baskets and picking out the colors for the room—which wasn’t too difficult since I decided I wanted a deep rich purple, and if Cole wanted to veto it, he would just have to repaint the room himself.
I’d just finished rolling paint onto one of the walls when I turned to find Cole watching me. “You are not going to tell me I’m doing this wrong,” I said. “Because all I’m doing is turning a wall purple. And even someone like me whose skill is limited to stick figures can handle that.”
“Take off your clothes and stand by the wall.”
I frowned. “Excuse me?”
“I have an idea.”
I narrowed my eyes, but he stood firm, his brows lifted in silent demand.
“Yes, sir,” I said archly, and then very slowly and deliberately stripped out of my shorts and tank top.
“Arms spread,” Cole said. “Like you’re doing jumping jacks. And here,” he added, handing me some of the goggles he wore when he used the circular saw. “Just in case.”
“What the hell?”