She never would have guessed she’d find this curt, brutish treatment arousing . . . but she did. Oh, she did. He was capable of patience and tenderness. He’d demonstrated as much downstairs with the cat. The knowledge made her feel safe, even if he overwhelmed her now. Besides, she knew from experience, he’d stop the moment she expressed the slightest discomfort. She didn’t want him to stop. He stood at the foot of the bed, a dark silhouette, wrestling with the closures of his falls, then shucking his trousers. She was panting with arousal by the time he joined her on the bed.
