Make Me Forget - Page 49

“I’m not a part of your business,” she bit out angrily over her shoulder.

“I’m just trying to be honest, Harper. It might seem to you that an affair is strictly a personal experience. I wish I could say otherwise in my case, but matters of business factor into every aspect of my life. I’m telling you this because I want you to know one of the reasons that I’m inclined to trust you. You have a track record. Try to understand my point of view.” She looked back at him. “It’s not par for the course for me, to become involved with a reporter.”

“I’m not a reporter, at present. I’m an editor. And what have you got to hide?”

“My sexual preference in the bedroom, for one thing,” he replied without pause. “That’s no one’s business but my own.”

“And your lovers’, I assume.”

He nodded once. She was struck by his solemn earnestness. Maybe what he was saying to her at that moment wasn’t flattering, but it was honest. She’d give him that.

“I don’t appreciate you digging into my private life,” she told him stiffly.

“I’m sorry. It was a necessity. I needed to be sure of you.”

She rounded on him. “And what about my certainty about the wisdom of getting involved with you? Where’s my security?”

“I give you my word I’d never expose you in any way. I’ll keep you safe, Harper.”

She blinked. Again, a strong sense of inexplicable déjà vu came over her. Dazedly, she realized he’d said the same thing last night. That must be why it sounded so familiar. But that wasn’t even the strangest part about his proclamation.

The oddest part was that she completely believed him.

“What have I got to be kept safe from?” she asked numbly. “What are these sexual preferences that you feel you need to guard so closely?”

Instead of answering her, he reached for her hand. She followed him across the long distance of the room, her heart starting to pound in her ears when she saw where he led her. He urged her to sit at the edge of the bed and came down next to her.

“I would like to bind you at times. During sex.”

“You mean . . . like you held me last night while we . . .” Heat rushed through her cheeks at the graphic memory. “You mean bind me with your hands? Hold me down?”

“Yes,” he replied. “But more than that. I want to restrain you with other things, so that I can use my hands to touch you.” He leaned closer, his agate eyes mesmerizing her. “Control you. Pleasure you.”

She licked her lower lip in nervous excitement. “What other things?”

“Any number of things: cuffs, harnesses that help me position you any way I like . . . ropes.”

“Ropes?” she asked, taken aback. He saw her anxious reaction and cupped her jaw gently, leaning closer. She caught his scent, and her heart fluttered with agitated arousal.

“Soft rope,” he murmured. “Rope I have specially made of the softest, strongest black silk. It would look so beautiful against your white skin. Don’t worry, though. I won’t do that tonight.”

Her lungs froze. His lips brushed against hers seductively. A whimper escaped her throat. His head moved back.

“I’m not going to harm you,” he said gruffly. “And I don’t want you to be afraid. You’ll have the power, because anytime you tell me to stop and unbind you, I will. Any time. Even if I’m deep inside you and about to see heaven,” he added, his mouth shaping into a small snarl.

I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that happening.

She scowled slightly in response to her enthusiastic mental voice. His gaze ran over her face. She became highly aware of her pulse throbbing at her throat. “Never mind,” he said suddenly, standing. He thought he’d read fear on her face, when in fact, she’d been feeling stunned arousal. He turned away, swiping the back of his hand across his upper lip. Had he gotten turned on, talking about binding her with soft rope and being deep inside her?

It’d certainly gotten to Harper. Still . . . she was uncertain.

“I shouldn’t have brought it up,” he said gruffly, his back to her. “It’s just that . . . as much as I might want to, I don’t think I can be with you partly. I don’t want fifty, or seventy or ninety percent. With you, it’s going to have to be all or nothing.”

“W

hy do you want to?” she asked.

He twisted around and met her stare. “Why do I want to restrain you?”

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