Knowing how annoyed she’d been earlier had salved the ego she’d pricked days ago. So she thought he’d come too fast, had she? He’d taken his time getting back with her, stretching out the anticipation. He’d wanted to laugh at her disappointment when he’d kissed her on the cheek. The little liar wore her emotions on her sleeve, and she knew she’d expected an assault on her senses. Only on my timetable, Maggie. You’re mine now, and it’s time to hammer that home. The dichotomy of the woman chained up under him and the termagant who refused to obey him at the gym pleased the hell out of him. Maggie didn’t have it in her to bow to him all the time. She liked tell him what to do and where to go, but she loved his mastery in bed. The perfect woman, as far as he was concerned. And that worried him. He hadn’t liked her talking to Ian and Geo at the gym. He wanted nothing to come between him and Maggie. Not until he had a handle on his weird feelings. Seeing her glaze over as she gave herself fully to him was a thing of beauty, and he knew he’d never forget that.
