The next morning, I woke up staring at a ceiling I did not recognize, or at least in the beginning, because when my eyes finally focused enough, I noticed how the expensive granite ceiling had holes in it… holes where diamonds once were.
Suddenly, everything came crashing back to me. Cai’s panic, the heat of his body on mine, his feral hunger for me, the hours and hours of exploring each other in ways I never experienced before and how we never stopped until our bodies literally gave up on us. I remember him opening up about his past and the conversation that led us to finally tire out. I remember it all and though I should be thoroughly horrified that I just made passionate love with my kidnapper, I wasn't.
Not one bit.
I also understood why there was something heavy against me, stopp
