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My senses were on high alert. The cool air on my skin, the firm, smooth table beneath me. I heard the fridge open and shut, at least that’s what it sounded like. What is he up to? I furrowed my brow, tempted to peek.

The anticipation coupled with my curiosity might kill me.

When Carson spoke again, his voice was closer. “Look at you, following directions so well. Splayed out on the table looking so pretty for me. So perfect.”

I preened at his praise, arching my back before I could stop myself.

“Lo,” he bit out. “I thought I told you not to move.” His dark command sent need spiraling through me. “You want me to touch you, right?”

“I—” My protest died on my lips.

“I’m not sure you’re ready to follow instructions,” he taunted. “And after last night…” He made a low hum in his throat. “You should have to wait a little longer.”

“What?” I croaked, forcing myself to stay still. “Why?”

“You were such a tease.” His breath caressed the shell of my ear, and I shivered. “All. Fucking. Night.”

“I was a tease?” I scoffed. “You’re one to talk. You were edging me all night.”

I couldn’t tell where he was standing, where he might touch me next. It was as if he was everywhere and nowhere, all at the same time. In a word: thrilling.

“I let you come, didn’t I?”

“Once,” I said. On his face after edging me for hours. “And only after I begged.”

His dark chuckle was sexy as hell. “You sound so pretty when you beg for me.”

I bit back a groan, desire spiraling so hard it made me dizzy.

He dragged his thumb down my bottom lip. “I hope you don’t have plans because I intend to spend the day fucking you.” I felt a light touch on my foot, across my thigh.

“You make it sound as if that would be a punishment.”

“You’d deserve it for all the shit you pulled last night.” He skimmed my arm with his fingers. “Showing up on the ice looking so fucking cute. Grinding on me at the club in that short little skirt and my number on your skin. The body shots. The hot tub.” His breath hitched, and it was nice to know he wasn’t completely unaffected. “Behind the potting shed.”

“Oh. You mean how I got on my knees in the dirt, sucking you off.”

“I didn’t ask you to do anything I hadn’t already done,” he said, and my thighs clamped together, remembering the way he’d looked up at me from between my legs. “Or anything I wouldn’t do.”

It felt as if he was no longer referring solely to last night and our tryst. It felt as if he was trying to say so much more.

“Carson,” I pleaded. “Touch me, please.”

“Patience.” His voice was calm, even. He was enjoying himself. “Since I know how much you love rules, I have to set a few of my own first. If at any point you want to stop, just tell me,” he said in a gentle tone.

Stop? Stop what?

“Logan?” he bit out, some of his control slipping. Good.

I nodded.

“Need to hear your words.”

“Yes.” God. Touch me already.

I had no idea what he had planned, and that was part of the fun. My body felt hypersensitive, as if my nerve endings were reaching out toward him, seeking him.

“Last night, that sculpture, gave me an idea…”