He dominated her mouth, his tongue delving deep and dancing with hers. He lost himself in the experience, in the scent and feel of her. His body came alive and he realized he’d been numb for days, going through the motions of life but not truly living.

How could this be one sided?

“God, I need this,” she whispered when he moved to kiss the line of her jaw. “I need you.”

He might have been able to back away if she’d kept it to the impersonal, but the idea that she needed him satisfied something deep inside. He wasn’t the only one who felt it, this live-wire connection between the two of them. She was still going to walk away and that would break him in a way he’d never been broken before, but if she needed him, he would be there. He would throw himself into work and family, always knowing that if she called, he would go to her.

But he wasn’t thinking about that now. They had a handful of days and he was done wasting them. He’d given her space and now she’d let him back in. That wasn’t something he would take for granted. He would take her as many times as she would let him, branding himself on her body, making sensual memories to call upon when he was alone again.

He tugged her shirt over her head. Maybe he should make it his mission to make love to her in every damn room of this place. Everywhere he went he would be able to see her there, naked and waiting for him. They would play. He could tie her up on the bar after hours while he worked on paperwork, wrapping his rope around her naked form so he would have something pretty to look at. He would install hard points all over the place because he would want to suspend her everywhere. She was insanely gorgeous trapped in midair and waiting for her pleasure.

He wanted so badly to be her Master.

“I know you asked about it the other night, but you were also under the influence of all that strawberry wine.” He whispered the words against her ear.

“I was under the influence of everything about this town.” Her hands moved over his arms, brushing under the fabric of his T-shirt like she couldn’t wait to get it off.

“I have to know. Is our contract still in place?” He wanted to dominate her, to take control and know she trusted him in this one way. It might be the only way she trusted him.

Her eyes came up and he was floored by the need he saw there. “Yes, Remy. Please take control. For however long we have left, I want to play with you. I want to be your sweet sub in the bedroom.”