Chapter 74 (1/2)

I hear his delighted grin. Slowly and patiently he feeds me, occasionally kissing a morsel of food from the corner of my mouth or wiping it off with his fingers. Intermittently, he offers me a sip of wine in his unique way.

”Open wide, then bite,” he murmurs. I follow his command. Hmm - one of my favorites, stuffed vine leaves. Even cold they are delicious, though I prefer them heated up, but I don't want to risk Christian burning himself again. He feeds it to me slowly, and when I've finished I lick his fingers clean.

”More?” he asks, his voice low and husky.

I shake my head. I'm full.

”Good,” he whispers against my ear,” because it's time for my favorite course. You.”

What? He scoops me up in his arms, surprising me so much I squeal.

”Can I take the blindfold off?”

”No.”

I almost pout, then remember his threat and think better of it.

”Playroom,” he murmurs.

Oh - I don't know if that's a good idea.

”You up for the challenge?” he asks. And because he's used the word challenge, I can't say no.

”Bring it on,” I murmur, desire and something that I don't want to name thrumming through my body. He carries me through the door, then up the stairs to the second floor.

”I think you've lost weight,” he mutters disapprovingly. I have?

Good. I remember his comment when we arrived back from our honeymoon, and how much it smarted. Jeez - was that just a week ago?

Outside the playroom, he slides me down his body and sets me on my feet, but keeps his arm wrapped around my waist. Briskly he unlocks the door.

It always smells the same: polished wood and citrus. It's actually become a comforting smell. Releasing me, Christian turns me around until I'm facing away from him. He undoes the scarf, and I blink in the soft light. Gently, he pulls the hairpins from my updo, and my braid falls free. He grasps it and tugs gently so I have to step back against him.