the blankets and pillows, then left again. Shortly he returned and he flipped his knife open, cutting her ankles free before he put it away.
“Come on,” he said as he helped her to stand and led her downstairs to the living room. There was an old couch made up to sleep on, which was pulled up in front of the fire. He looked at her and smiled softly.
“Sit down,” he said, and after she did, he sat beside her. He took her hands and cut them free. He used two zip ties and bond her wrist to his left one. “I need some sleep.”
He pulled her down with him onto the couch. He laid on his side at the back with her on hers, facing the warmth of the fireplace. Once they settled, he pulled the covers over both of them with his free hand.
She lay there for what seemed an eternity as the man behind her snored lightly. Kitty didn’t think if she tried to run she’d get far. She was still cold right to the core from her near drowning and actually liked the warmth of both the fire and the man’s body behind her. She tried to fathom how he’d found her and actually saved her life. Those were the last thoughts on her mind as sleep stole her away.
Kitty awoke to heated breath on her neck. It felt strange, and her heart raced as her eyes flew open. A strong arm pulled her closer to the wall of a man behind her. She lay completely still as his hand moved up over her belly to her chest. She held her breath. He snored lightly and pulled her nearer again, his hand resting on her bosom.
A sudden nuzzling to her ear sent shock waves racing down her spine, and she gasped out loud, trying to move away. He held her tighter and pushed something hard against her lower back. The soft mumbles he muttered she couldn’t understand. As he kissed the side of her neck his hand kneaded her breast. A mixed rush of fear and excitement ran over her.
Kitty knew he was asleep and wasn’t aware of what he’d done to her. The feeling of this man’s hand on her in an intimate way felt good and she wasn’t sure why. A shiver ran over her as her thighs twitched and warmth built inside her. Another kneading movement caused a moan to pass her lips, making her embarrassed by her response to his touch. Then he moved downward and she trembled again, but this time it stopped on her tummy and stayed there. His snoring became a bit heavier, and she eventually relaxed enough again to fall back asleep.
Kitty had strange dreams of skating with her abductor on a frozen road in the mountains. The moon shone down on them as they circled each other, each time getting a little closer to one another. Than as they met, he bent, and as his lips were about to meet hers, she fell into frigid cold water and couldn’t breathe. Her lungs burned and she trembled as the air was stolen away from her. Everything became bright and glowing and he was there again, her kidnapper, saving her. His lips on hers, his arms wrapped around her protecting her from the cold.
* * * *
Caleb felt the warmth of her body against his and snuggled closer, enjoying the feeling of her being in his arms. The smell of her was so incredibly rich, and as his eyes opened he realized his hand was up her shirt, firmly planted against her breast. Her nipple was hard against the flesh of his palm and the smell of her arousal was thick in the air around them.
He knew she was asleep by her soft, steady breathing, and he slowly moved his hand away and brought it to rest on her waist. Caleb took a deep breath of her heady scent again and his erection pushed against the confinement of his jeans. God, I want her . Images of her last night lying on the bed naked filled his mind. Her gentle stirrings in front of him brought his attention to the fact she’d have to go back into the cell when Henderson and Trites came. He gave her a little nudge and it was all it took to wake her and she stiffened.
“Come on, time to get up and eat,” he told her. After he had her untied and in the cold kitchen, his