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stopped walking and turned to face her, immediately missing the curve of her body against his.
    “Why do you say that, Kalie? You really don’t know me.”
    She gazed up at him with her innocent, doe-eyes and warmth washed through him at the trust he saw there.
    “I just know. I can feel it.”
    His gut clenched. She shouldn’t be so trusting. She could get hurt that way.
    The house was ahead and he lifted her in his arms and carried her the last several yards. He tapped in the combination on the door, then carried her into the living room and set her down on the couch.
    “Want a drink? Or some wine?” he asked as he removed the collar from her neck.
    She nodded. “Some wine would be nice, thank you.”
    He grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses from the bar and sat down beside her, then filled the glasses.
    “You’re not treating me like your prisoner.” She took a sip of her wine.
    He smiled. “Are you disappointed?”
    She leaned back against the couch, still holding her glass. He had to fight the urge to glance down at her perfect breasts.
    “Not at all. I’m just wondering why.”
    “You’ve had a shock. I thought you’d like some time to deal with it. Maybe to talk.”
    “Thank you.” She smiled and sipped her wine again. “I’m sure this will help.”
    He waited for her to say something, but when she didn’t he finally prompted, “Would you like to talk about it?”
    She shook her head. “I just feel stupid about the whole thing now.” She sat back and gazed at him again. “And I feel a little uncomfortable sitting here talking to you naked. May I put something on?”
    He smiled at the fact she asked rather than just doing it.
    “I like you just like this.”
    He hadn’t told her she couldn’t get dressed, yet she didn’t move. That meant she wanted to please him.
    “So tell me, Kalie. Why did you decide, after our brief time together during your fantasy scenario, that you wanted to continue seeing me?”
    She stared down at her wine glass, circling her finger around the rim.
    “I felt a real connection to you. I don’t know how to explain it.”
    “I was playing the role of your captor. I commanded you. I overpowered you.”
    “Knowing I was willing.”
    “Yes. And I understand how realizing a fantasy like that heightens your emotions as well as your desires. But you knew nothing about me except that I could act out a role.”
    She shook her head. “I knew a lot more than that. I could feel your power and strength. And the control with which you wielded it. I knew you would never really use it against me. I knew I was absolutely safe with you.”
    “So that’s what you want from a relationship with a man? To feel safe?”
    She frowned. “There’s so much more to what I said than that. There’s trust. Mutual respect. Caring.” She locked gazed with him. “And what I saw in your eyes that last night we were together… the tenderness…”
    His gut clenched. They were treading into dangerous territory.
    “Sweetheart, let’s get something straight right now. I’m not falling in love with you.”
    “Love?” Her eyes widened in surprise. “I didn’t say anything about love. What I’m looking for is someone I feel a real connection with. Who is strong and caring. Someone I can trust, who’ll be honest with me.”
    “Honest in what way?”
    She leaned forward and set her glass on the table.
    “Look, I went out with this guy for six years. We were in love. Or so I thought. We moved in together and I assumed we’d wind up getting married and starting a family. I was always clear that that’s what I wanted and he said he was on board. Just not yet.” She frowned, her fingers tapping nervously on the coffee table. “The problem was not yet became an all too familiar refrain. We never seemed to get any closer to him making a deeper commitment.”
    “What happened?”
    She leaned back against the couch with a sigh. “I finally broke up with him. It tore my heart out. It