Jensen looked around them. “Since we’re where we are, I don’t think that’s something you need to worry about. I’ll be here in the morning.”
Clint tried to digest what she was saying – but his body had a mind of its own. “What kind of game did you have in mind?”
Jensen gave him a smile right out of Eden. “It involves some silk scarves I brought from home. The game has some specific…”
“I’m in.”
“Rules…” Jensen wasn’t able to explain any more before he’d taken her by the hand and set out to return to the lodge. His strides were so long, she had a hard time keeping up. “Clint. Wait.”
“Oh, hell.” He scooped her up and carried her the rest of the way. “Sorry.”
Jensen couldn’t help but giggle as she clung to him. “I need a few moments to prepare.”
“As long as you don’t take long – I’m dying here.” As he walked, he kept dipping his head to steal kisses from her succulent lips. His manhood was rock hard and desperate.
Inside, she wiggled to be released. When he put her down, she went on tiptoe to kiss him. “Pick a bedroom while I change.”
“Any bedroom?” He needed to look around.
“Just make sure the bed has some strong, substantial posts.”
“Oh, dear God.” Her seductive voice stole his breath. “I’ll probably break the bed.”
Jensen took her bag and hurried away to find a bathroom. She wanted to freshen up before she dressed up.
With a pounding heart, Clint hurried to find a king size bed. “With posts.” Imaginings of what they’d soon be doing together filled his brain. As he walked, he shed clothes – a shirt here, a sock there – jeans thrown over the balustrade. He felt like a contestant on Let’s Make a Deal as he hurried from room to room. Finally – behind door number three he found a Ponderosa size bed with posts all along the headboard. “Eureka, I think this will do just fine.” The solid piece of furniture looked strong enough to withstand whatever he could dish out.
In the bathroom, Jensen stood in front of the mirror. Naked. Afraid. Having second, second thoughts. Wondering if she possessed the courage to pull this seduction off without him becoming wise to her secret. Closing her eyes, she bowed her head, reaching up to place one palm over her nipple and the other over the offending scar. “He can’t know. He won’t know,” she promised herself.
Regaining a few ounces of her courage, she stepped into the shower, washing quickly. As she ran her hands over her body, she tried to imagine Clint doing the same. Of course – she couldn’t let him do that – which was why the way she handled the next few minutes was key.
Once she was toweled dry, Jensen found the new, sexy garment she’d bought from Courage Couture. With shaking hands, she inserted the prothesis and made sure everything was covered and secure. Stepping back, she critiqued her appearance. Oh, so many faults – where should she start? Pale. Drawn. Scarred. Scared. “Oh, can it. Be brave. If you don’t do this, you know you’ll regret it forever.”
After straightening her unruly hair and applying a little lip-gloss, she located the silk scarves she’d packed away for this occasion. Jensen knew he’d be ready and waiting. She didn’t doubt he wanted her – or at least he wanted her as he remembered her to be. It was up to Jensen to make sure he didn’t realize he was getting cheated.
Taking one last steadying breath, she left the bathroom and went to find him.
After searching in vain for a few moments, she threw up her hands. This place has too many rooms. “Clint!”
“Down here!”
Whirling around, she padded down the hall in the direction she heard his voice coming from. “Coming!”
“You soon will be if I have anything to do with it.”
Jensen grew warm all over. “Okay. Ready or not!”
“Past ready, baby.”
She came to the door and hesitated for one second – then she rounded the corner – and stopped. “Oh, mercy,” she exclaimed in a heated whisper. The sight that met her eyes was one for the ages. Spread out. Spread eagle. Covering the majority of a king-size bed was a perfect specimen of a man. His hands were held up to the posts, ready to be tied. His muscles bulged, his abs rippled with every breath, and he was obviously, powerfully aroused – for the evidence molded by the soft cloth of