Summer pulls the rope off both wrists and starts work on her feet. Practically, she says, “Well, you can hardly do that if I’m spread across your bed.” Biting at her lip again, she goes on, “Shall I expect to wake up bound again, then?”
He crosses his arms, chewing on his lip. “Maybe, maybe not, it all depends on how I wake up, you see. Perhaps I will be in a gentle mood, maybe not.”
She gets up on her knees and puts her arms around his shoulders. “I should think being round the Sarrum would put anyone in a fierce mood.” She shivers a little, then steals a kiss.