“I’m just taking you inside, Kitten,” he crooned. “That’s all. Putting you to bed.”

He lifted her into his arms. She didn’t weigh much. She had curves, beautiful, lush curves, and he’d been looking at her breasts pushing against the thin material of her tank for the last few hours. He could see her nipples outlined there. Her hair was everywhere, brushing against his face as he cradled her tight against his chest. He couldn’t resist burying his face in all that hair and inhaling her deep into his lungs.

Catarina didn’t protest, nor did she hold her body away from his. If anything, the heat of her body melted into the inferno that was his. That kind of hot he had going usually meant he’d better have sex soon or the rough edges would begin to fray. She’d done that. She’d taken his discipline and control and he’d made a mess of everything.

The only thing he had left to him was to keep her safe. And he was going to do that whether she liked it or not. He carried her into the house. He hadn’t been there in a while, but he had the neighbor woman looking after it for him and he’d called ahead to tell her he was coming. She’d had the heat turned on so the rooms weren’t ice cold. She always stocked his fridge for him when he called, and he knew there would be food.

He carried Catarina through the open great room to the master bedroom. The bed was made and he made a mental note to be certain to do something special for his neighbor to thank her.

“Sweetheart, you’re going to have to wake up. Do you need to use the bathroom before I put you to bed?”

She nodded against his shoulder and he took her on through to the master bath and set her on her feet, one arm around her waist to hold her steady until she got her balance. She swayed a little and clung for a minute, looking around her while he removed the handcuff from her wrist. Her long lashes swept up and down, blinking, and something shifted in his chest. She was beautiful and sexy just standing there half asleep. Without even trying she was under his skin and wrapped around his heart.

Eli pushed back the sweep of hair from her face and bent to her. “You good, Cat, if I leave you here? There are new toothbrushes in the second drawer. And toothpaste. I’ll go get your bags if you promise me you won’t fall on your head while I’m gone.”