He’d known that Sarah planned to leave today—she had a reservation at the spa. It was selfish for him to want her to stick around. So why did her words make him want to tie her to the bed to keep her here? Maybe he should have lied about the car… A touch of wariness entered her voice. “You said the part would be in sometime today…” “It will, as promised.” He stepped closer to the bed. “But then I still have to fix your car. Without that you’re stuck here, aren’t you?” She nodded, eyes widening. He heard her breath catch. The possessiveness she aroused was almost as surprising to him as it seemed to be to her. But seeing her tongue dart out to moisten her lips, he suspected that he wasn’t the only one who found it exciting. His cock hardened as he took another step. His voice dropped to a rumble. “I could leave your little car up on the lift in my garage. Then where would you be?” The cup in Sarah’s hand shook and she put it on the bedside table. “Right here.”
