Chapter 13

I moaned at the raw edge in his voice and fisted my hands into the sheets as I assumed the position so I wouldn't launch myself at him. After saving my life, respecting his no-touching rule was the very least I could do for him.

He opened one of the drawers in the nightstand and pulled out a bundle of black silk. At first I thought it was a nightgown, but it fell apart when it landed on the bed next to me. Not a nightgown. Black silk scarves. He took one between his hands and started toward my right foot and the bedpost. It felt delightfully chilly as he slipped it underneath my ankle, and I shivered at the roll of goose bumps up my skin.

He watched me through his glasses and the messy tumble of his hair as he tied my foot to the post. "You mind telling me what happened out there tonight?"

"Yes. I mind." I couldn't do that now, not when my body demanded something else entirely. When the time was right, I would.