the sky, followed by the horrendous boom of the thunder, making her feel as if the sky would crash down on her at any moment.
But she drew back her shoulders ready to protest more vehemently. Then a flash of light past the open door startled her, followed by deep, rolling thunder echoing through the room. Her chest constricted. It was close, leaving her unsettled. In fact, Zane’s presence helped ground her.
She glanced up at him as she realized he was lifting her hand. Her cheeks flushed when she realized she’d actually linked fingers with his. She was holding his hand.
Before she realized what was happening, he snapped one of the cuffs hanging from the wall around her wrist. Her eyes widened. He grasped her other hand and snapped the other band around that wrist.
“What are you doing?” She hated the tremble in her voice.
“I’m making sure we have this conversation.”
She stared at him as he turned and walked to the door, but he didn’t leave as she’d suddenly feared he would. He closed the door. Keeping the storm out.
She pulled on the bands restraining her wrists. The chains clanked. The metal wrist cuffs had looked ominous hanging on the wall, but they were lined with thick, soft fabric so didn’t hurt her wrists.
He walked toward her, an ominous figure in the shadowy room.
“You’re really going to keep me chained up while we talk?”
“Yes,” he said simply.
His presence filled the room and as he got closer, she found it hard to breathe.
“Zane, stop kidding around and let me go.”
“Chelsea, I’m dead serious. We are having this conversation.”
He stood only a breath away. His closeness sent shimmering awareness through her.
“And I like you like this.” His lips turned up, but his striking blue eyes held no hint of humor.
Oh, God, he had this room—this… dungeon—in the basement. That meant…well, he must like to…
Damn, images of him having kinky sex with beautiful women sent her totally off kilter.
Did he want to take her against this wall? Drive his big, solid cock into her?
Her knees went weak.
“Okay, you want to talk.” Maybe if she cooperated, he’d let her go. “I’m sorry I haven’t taken more of an interest in No Limits. If you want me to, I can—”
“That’s not at all what I want to talk about.” He eased a breath closer, making her heart race. He stroked a hair from her face, sending tremors through her. “I want to talk about this attraction between us. I want to talk about why you climbed into my bed last night—”
“You already know that was just—”
“And I want to talk about where it’s going.”
“It’s not going anywhere. I’m not attracted to you.”
“Really? I don’t believe you.”
She frowned. “I don’t care if you don’t believe me. It’s true.”
He cupped her face, his hands warm on her cheeks, then his lips found hers. His tongue pressed against her lips until she opened, then drove inside. The feel of him exploring her moist depths made her dizzy with need and when he released her mouth, she sucked in a breath, her gaze locked on his intense blue eyes.
“I’ve wanted you forever,” he murmured, “and I can see that same need in your eyes.”
She shook her head in protest.
Annoyance flashed in his eyes. “You can lie to me, but for God’s sake, don’t lie to yourself.”
His arm glided around her and he dragged her tight to him, then took her lips again. The quivering pleasure of his kiss held her mesmerized… until she felt his other hand between them, slowly moving down the front of her blouse. Oh, God, he was releasing the buttons.
She turned her head, jarring her lips free. “No, Zane.”
He eased back and gazed down at her, then drew her blouse open, revealing her simple floral lace bra beneath.
“It’s so pretty and feminine. It suits you.”
His praise didn’t stop her cheeks from flushing hotly at him gazing at her intimate garment.
“Zane, this has gone too far.”
“On