The last thing I want to do is hurt you. I love you," I murmur, reaching up to run my fingers through his sideburn and gently stroke his cheek. He leans his face into my touch, drops the gag back in the drawer, and reaches for me, his hands around my waist. He pulls me against him.
"Have we finished show and tell?" he asks, his voice soft and seductive. His hand moves up my back to the nape of my neck.
"Why? What did you want to do?"
He bends and kisses me gently, and I melt against him, grasping his arms.