He wanted to pull them away. To snap that she should never cover herself in front of him. But he remembered her delicate state. She’d tried to burn the touch of Cody off her.
“Into bed. Now,” he ordered. He had to get out of her presence before he did something stupid.
“I am not a dog you can just order around.”
“Would you like to be?” he murmured. “To be my obedient little puppy? Or how about my naughty little kitten? Pleasured and punished.”
Was he imagining it or did she like the idea of that?
“I think I’ll just go to bed now.” She reached out for the bed cover and he spotted a red patch on her hand.
“How did you get this?” He grabbed her hand gently, making her gasp. “What is this? How did you get it? In the bath?” The red patch was darker than the flush of red that had been over
