Psychic Link (Linked Inc. Book 2) by Kate Allenton

her skin. “How did that feel without any visions?”
    “Incredible.” Her words were laced with desire. Exactly what he wanted, and they’d just begun.

 
     
     
    Chapter 10
     
     
    Cara had turned into a wanton hussy. She craved his touch and the way he made her feel. They stepped out of the pool cabana and Cooper tossed the towel in the dirty towel bin as he took her hand again. She’d been nervous before when he’d taken her panties. She’d been wanton when he had touched her. She was out of her mind for agreeing to this game.
    Squash had been on the tip of her tongue when he’d kissed her before touching her. Heat pooled in her belly as she fought to slow her breathing as Cooper led her into the hotel, making a point to maneuver her so that no one accidently touched her. He leaned to whisper in her ear as they waited by the concierge desk.
    “I’ll be the only one stealing your energy tonight.” He winked before the man approached. “Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Cruz, right this way. We’ve been expecting you.”
    “I thought we were meeting Aunt Betty.” Cara glanced over her shoulder.
    “I canceled.” He slipped his fingers through hers and led her into the dining room and to a set of double doors. “Is everything ready?”
    The concierge glanced between them and nodded.
    “Good. I’ll take it from here,” Cooper said and moved in front of Cara. “Close your eyes, Cara, and keep them closed.”
    She closed them and then peeked through her lashes.
    He leaned in to whisper, “Which vegetable is it going to be?”
    Cara pressed her thighs tightly together to ease her throbbing clit. “You’re being bossy.”
    “And I bet you like it.” He smirked.
    Cara clenched her eyes closed. She heard the click of the door before Cooper eased her into the room. The door clicked closed behind them. She heard the unmistakable sound of a lock being clicked into place. “Keep them closed.”
    She fought the urge to open them when she felt something silky being tied around her head. He rested his palms on her arms, making her jump.
    “Relax,” he whispered into her ear. “It’s just a blindfold, and we’re alone in a private dining area. Do you trust me?”
     
    “Hell if I know why.” She nodded and inhaled a deep breath before releasing it. “I trust you, but let me remind you that you’re supposed to be honest with me. Any question I ask.”
    “I remember. Do you have any questions?”
    “Did you lock the door?”
    “Yes,” he said, leading her through the room. She held her hands in front of her, afraid she’d bump into something.
    “What are you going to do?”
    “Feed you first, and then I’m going to eat.”
    He released her for just a second when she felt something lightly touch her legs. “It’s a chair. I’m going to help you sit.”
    Cara eased down until she felt the chair with her fingers before sitting.
    “What are you going to feed me?”
    “There’s no fun in that,” he said as his voice got farther away. The unmistakable smell of strawberries drifted to her nose. “Open.”
    She did as he asked, and her tongue came into contact with something creamy. “Bite.”
    She did and was rewarded with the burst of strawberry and something cool and familiar like whipped cream. “This is good.”
    He continued with his game of letting her guess a variety of foods, and she even got accustomed to his touch and the idea of him feeding her. As foreign as the concept was, she enjoyed it all. He’d fed her fruit, bread and even some more of the lasagna before rewarding her with chocolate cake. She’d guessed them all correctly, and the tension from her shoulders eased.
    “Why the smile?”
    “I’m enjoying this.”
    “Are you full yet?”
    She licked her lips. “I couldn’t eat another bite.”
    “I could.” His fingers touched her knees and he eased them open. “Scoot to the edge of the chair, Cara.”
    Her fingers tightened around the seat. “What are you going to do?”
    “Cara,