Her mind flew. Worries and stress floated away, as if wrapped in gossamer strands.
She wasn’t even aware that he’d stopped until his voice penetrated her haze.
“Come back, Willow.” He snapped his fingers near her ear, and she shook her head to clear the pink fuzz coating her brain.
After helping her to sit up, he cradled her against him. “You entered subspace?” he asked, tucking wild strands of hair behind her ear.
“I…” She tried to hold up her head, but it lolled onto his shoulder. “Uhm.” She giggled.
“Just from that?”
“It doesn’t happen all the time.” She drew in a lazy breath filled with his sexy scent. It might be reckless, but she didn’t want to ever move. “I like it when it does.”
“That can be dangerous with the wrong Dom. You could get seriously hurt, Willow. I won’t permit it.”
Her ass was sore, but in a wonderful way. Because of the way he’d warmed her up, she wouldn’t bruise, even though she wished he’d left marks she could admire for the next few days.
“Are you listening to me?” His tone was a whiplash, forcing her to look at him.
With patience, he repeated himself. “Subspace can be dangerous if you’re with the wrong Dom.”
“But I’m with the right one.”
She smiled and relaxed against him, enjoying his struggle. It might not be nice of her, but she liked knowing she annoyed the sexy billionaire.
Within a few minutes, the objects in the room came into focus. She took a deep breath and sat up, instantly regretting the loss of his comfort and body heat. “That was nice.” She could have stayed snuggled against him forever.
“Is that all it was?”
“No! I mean that’s good, right?”
“Do you know your name?”
“What?” She frowned at him. “Of course.”