Marion’s all tied up over Kurt. Why? Because she wanted a little thrill in her small-town life and got it by dating the town bad boy. Only it went way beyond a mere thrill in under a week. Now, a year later, she wants to know when they’re going to take it to the next level. She wants it all and she wants it with him. So she asks him to marry her. When he doesn’t react at all, she walks out, realizing that her mother was right…the bad boy isn’t the marrying kind.
But Kurt’s not about to make it that easy for her to leave. He’s had a week to get angry over her stomping off. So what if he has to tie her to the bed to get her to listen to him? He won’t let her avoid him forever, and if this is what it takes to get her attention, so be it. He’d never thought Marion wanted anything other than to burn up the sheets with him, but he’s thinking about it now…and he’s ready to be all tied up over Marion. Until death do them part.
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“This isn’t funny. Let me go, Kurt.” Marion twisted against the silk scarves that bound her to the bed. Her silk scarves. It just added insult to the injury of having her ex-boyfriend strip her nude and truss her up like a turkey at Thanksgiving.
He chuckled, his deep voice a silken caress over her nerves. “Really? And last week it was marry me, Kurt.”
“Don’t rub it in.” She closed her eyes against the painful memories. Her mother had said Kurt wasn’t the marrying kind, but Marion hadn’t listened, determined that she could tame the town bad boy. She’d fallen hard and fast for him a year ago. He just…hadn’t fallen with her. Tears pressed against her lids and she blinked rapidly to keep them from escaping.
He didn’t want her, not really, and she wouldn’t let him see her cry.
“Do you really think I’m here to rub in an ugly fight?” He arched a dark brow at her. She could feel the textured fabric of his jeans, the softness of his flannel shirt as he moved against her. His rough carpenter’s hands slipped up her legs.
Every nerve ending in her body lit on fire, and she fought the automatic need to arch into his touch. Wetness flooded her pussy, readying her for anything he had in mind. God, she wanted him. She always wanted him. Pulling in a deep breath, she tried to push the desire away. “I don’t know why you’re here, but I wish you’d leave.”
“Not going to happen, sugar.” His fingers inched higher.
She clenched her jaw against a moan of wanton lust. “Why? You made it pretty clear where we stand last week.”
He sat back, and her body bowed towards him against her will. He shoved his dark hair out of his face. “You sprung marriage on me out of the blue, then stomped off when I didn’t give you the reaction you wanted. Then you stopped returning my calls. What did you expect me to do, Marion?”
She’d expected him to want to marry her, and she’d spent the last week kicking herself for thinking what they had meant as much to him as it did to her. She was a fool. And everyone in town knew she’d just been fooling herself, which made it sting even more. Swallowing back a fresh wave of tears, she stared at the ceiling over her bed. “I don’t expect anything from you.”
“So, what? That’s it? We’re done?” He lifted an incredulous brow at her, anger simmering in his dark gaze.
