But this was. Tor studied her wide eyes. He could see that Mouse didn’t realize how seriously he viewed her acceptance of his collar, but she’d learn. Tonight. He loved this woman and he wanted to spend the rest of the night showing her that love before he finally whispered it in her ear when they were both sated and exhausted. Then he wanted to spend the rest of his life loving and protecting her. Tor leaned back, releasing her arms. She began to sit up with him, but he gave her a look, which she read correctly, lying down again. He winked at her. How thoroughly should he tie her? Would she accept being bound tightly? Lovingly? Then he remembered her fascination with the Kinbaku rope bondage expert Mistress Kimika. Bondage would please Mouse as much as it did him. Tor studied her from the tip of her wild curls to the bottom of her soft feet. “What’s wrong?” she asked, folding her arms over her chest and pressing her legs together. She was withdrawing, almost as if she thought there was a problem with her.
