Taming the Wicked Rogue

Sleeping Arrangement

There was no way in hell I would sleep in a bed where he had probably taken a lot of women to! I marched back downstairs. Rhys had taken off his shoes and was now barefoot and carrying plates filled with food. The scent was enticing, and I figured he’d ordered take-out from Olahla’s, seeing the empty plastic containers by the sink.

He looked back at me. “Is there a problem?”

Right. Food will come later.

“There are cuffs in the bed.” My eyes narrowed, watching every change in expression, and was disappointed at the end. He had his stoic face on.

“And?”

“CUFFS!” I gritted my teeth in annoyance. Why was he playing dumb? I had now discovered his masochistic side.

He still looked unruffled. Impatience flashed in his eyes. “If you have a problem with those, I can also make a cage and lock you up.”

Alarm bells rang in my ears. I reared back in shock. Cage? Lock-up? Something wasn’t adding up. Rhys saw my confusion and explained coldly.

“You told me it happens when you sleep. I figured it’s better to get you tied up every night than risk you getting out of control and fleeing.”

I blinked owlishly. So it was because of that? My whole flame felt like burning lava. I cleared my throat and diverted my gaze to the food. “You should have told me beforehand, I thought-“ My voice had lowered to a mere whisper. This is so embarrassing.

“You thought?” he prodded, eyes like a hawk on me.

I mustered enough pride to glare at him. “Let’s eat.”

Thankfully he didn’t pursue the topic and started to eat.

“But there’s still one bed. Where are you sleeping?”

“The bed is wide enough for us both.” His tone was cold and low, challenging me to contradict his words. Everything in me screamed it was a bad idea. Him in me in one big bed with cuffs, the picture that was conjured in my mind was unspeakable.

“Of course not. Just don’t snore. I am a very light sleeper, and the doctor told me not to get stressed,” I quipped. The pregnancy card was getting handy at arguments, I see.

His eyes narrowed. “I don’t snore.”

I threw him a disbelieving look. “As you say so.” Score 1! I was celebrating that one-sided win until it was time to sleep. I had volunteered to wash the plates, and Rhys had gone up to take a shower. When I was finished cleaning up, I realized I didn’t have any clothes to change into. I went upstairs to ask but became tongue-tied when his half-naked form filled my vision. He wore a dark silk robe that curved against his sinewy muscles, outlining what was underneath. It was no different from having him naked, maybe a bit sexier.

“You can come closer to look” His usually cold voice held a hint of teasing and amusement. I whirled around. “Put on some shirt!”

“Why?”

I could feel that even the tip of my ears was burning. I couldn’t get the picture of his sexy body out of my mind!

“Just put on some shirt, please?”

I swear I heard him chuckle, but it was short and low. “Turn around. I’m dressed. You wear this set first. I forgot to buy you clothes.”

I took several deep breaths before turning. My face flamed. He lied! He merely tightened the robe. And to my abject delight – I mean horror, he pulled off the knot and slid off the robe. His naked form then slid onto the bed. The satin sheets did nothing to hide the fact that he was naked underneath the covers. Like the silken robe, it molded against his form.

“I sleep naked.” He said as if offering an explanation.

In panic and to stop myself from looking at him, I grabbed the clothes he had prepared and ran to the bathroom. I made sure the door was locked and buried my burning face in my hands. Oh my god! He looked so delectable! And the power those muscles hold! I knew how those muscles felt before, and it was fueling the lust I felt for him.

I realized I was wet and throbbing with need. I quickly went under the shower, even with my clothes on, letting the cool water dampen the heat roaring in my body. My body knew the pleasure he could give. But that was out of the question. Engaging in skinship without love will be a mistake with all the problems we have and a baby on the way.

I quickly showered once my mind cleared. Finished, I was taken aback to discover the clothes he prepared were his. It was a white cotton shirt three sizes bigger than mine and black boxers that still had the price tag on. The clothes, even the boxers, were enormous for me. I tied the waistband of the boxers to a knot and let the shirt flow over my mid-thighs. I squashed down the need to make myself presentable. Some women might look sexy, but it was not working for me. I pursed my lips and stepped out, my heartbeat hammering in my chest. He was sitting on the bed; the pink cuffs looked more striking as he held them in his big hands.

His silver eyes rove over me from my head to toe, and I steeled myself, fighting off the embarrassment. So what if I don’t look sexy. I marched towards the other side and focused on his lips as I spoke,

“Let’s make sure to keep on opposite ends of the bed.” I chucked one pillow into the middle. “Nobody crosses the line,” I warned.

He hummed in agreement. “Let’s get you cuffed then.” He moved towards me, and the sheets rode down, revealing his washboard abs. I swallowed and snatched the cuffs away, wearing them myself. The sharp snap of the lock was loud in the room. I cleared my throat, still not daring to look at his eyes lest I lost myself again.

“Let’s sleep,” I whispered and turned my back to him, yanking the sheets up to my neck.

My heart beat was in overdrive, and I swear that if this continues, I will die of a heart attack one of these days. I closed my eyes tightly. Let’s just pretend he is not here. He moved, and the bed moved with him as he laid down. Part of the blanket also stretched as he covered himself.

I didn’t know when or how I drifted off to sleep. The last thing I remembered was hearing his breathing even and turning to the other side to gaze at his face. A sense of calm washed over me then, and I thought out of all the misfortune, maybe I was still lucky that he was the one with me now.