Now, of all times, she wanted to talk.
"It's been four weeks. Hand it over."
I grumbled as I pulled the chain over my head. Francesca may have admitted she loved me that night one week ago, but she was still a flight risk. The girl was as skittish as a foal.
The past few weeks had been bliss. We rode together. Read the paper in bed. Argued and discussed things. And had mind boggling sex. Lots and lots of sex.
I did not want the four weeks to be up. I did not want to give her the key. I wanted to marry her and make a baby with her. I still needed time to convince her. Or knock her up, whichever came first.
But a deal was a deal.
I dropped the key and the chain into her hands. She smiled at me coyly before walking to the door. I thought she was going to leave. Instead she bent over. It took me a moment to realize she had used the key to lock it.
My mouth was open as she turned to face me. She slipped the chain over her neck as she started to pull her clothes off. My jaw dropped as she stripped for me, making me hard in an instant.
"Now it's my turn to keep you locked inside."
Relief flooded my chest.
"You aren't leaving?"
She shook her head slowly.
"For how long?"
She shrugged.
"As long as you keep me satisfied."
I grinned.
"Woman, that is not going to be a problem."
"If you say so."
"I damn well do."
She walked past me and lay down on the bed. I was still frozen in place as she crooked her finger at me.
"Prove it, Cowboy."
I growled and climbed on top of her. I didn't need to be told twice. Like I said, I was not a stupid man.