She lifted her head from the pillow and gazed down her body. Her ankles were still tied. She sighed and sat up, reaching for her legs. Soft leather cuffs restricted her movements. Rica resisted the urge to thrash in place. Kieran should have released her before he left. She twisted around to gaze at the headboard. Her lover must have been a Boy Scout in a previous life. There was no way she could pry the knots free even if she could reach them. She tapped her fingers on the bed. A shiver rippled along her spine as thoughts of the night before flitted through her mind. She kicked her legs in annoyance and the cords whipped. “I told you this was your punishment.” Kieran entered the room. Steam billowed from the mug he carried. She stared at him. Shirtless, all his tattoos were exposed. Vibrant and realistic, they told his story. He hadn’t shaved, and a day’s growth covered his jaw and top lip. Plaid pajama bottoms hung low on slim hips. He stopped at the foot of the bed. “I took the morning off.”
