He had started to say achy but that obviously was not the case. Nothing in her demeanor yearned toward him. “No.” She drew her legs up, her body twisting away from him as she reached for her robe. “If you want to do more than paint me today, I must end the contract.” Griffin noted how careful she was with her words, framing the situation so that he would have to issue the command that pushed her out of his house and his bed. He watched Katelyn move further out of reach. Dragging her back, holding her in place while he kissed and licked the resistance away would require little effort, but he didn’t want her forced submission. He wanted her to crave his touch again, to look at him like she would never leave his side regardless of how much of his fortune he might one day lose. He wanted what she had offered so eagerly that morning. He wanted her love. His shoulder twitched and he shook his head. He wanted her pleasure, he reminded himself — her pleasure and her submission, nothing more.
