Whose Bed Is It Anyway?

He moved, his weight falling heavier on her so she couldn’t escape and pretended to think about it for a moment, amusement lighting his eyes. ‘It has possibilities.’

‘You don’t trust me.’ Wasn’t that a surprise?

He smiled, getting her annoyance and soothing it as he stroked the back of his fingers lightly down her neck. ‘Actually, I’d trust you on many things. But I always ask that a woman doesn’t kiss and tell.’

She rolled her eyes. ‘You know you’re okay with me there.’

‘True.’

‘I don’t trust anyone about anything,’ she said. She’d never have unprotected sex. Truthfully she’d not had sex in a long time. Which had made Dominic’s accusations all the more hurtful.

‘You want me to sign a contract?’ he asked.

She stared at the wickedness lurking in his eyes. She understood he had little to give her. Only the one thing she wanted. ‘I can handle a verbal.’

‘What are your terms?’ He lifted a hand, traced her features with a light, sensual finger.

Caitlin drew a breath at the sparks such a small touch ignited. And she went for it. ‘Sex. Unlimited. No one else knows.’

‘Unlimited?’ His eyes kindled—darker, magnetic.

‘As often, as much, as you like while you’re in New York.’

She felt his muscles tighten, his erection pressed harder against her.

‘What if you can’t keep up?’ he asked.

She didn’t think that was likely. She’d never been so hot for a man.

‘You’re the one who has to keep up,’ she answered back. ‘I can just lie here if necessary.’

‘You won’t be just lying here.’ His hungry gaze roamed over her features. ‘Do you know what I haven’t had in a really, really long time?’ he asked.

She shook her head.

‘Fun,’ he answered. ‘Simple, uncomplicated fun. Free and easy and filled with laughter.’ He bent and brushed his lips over hers. ‘Have you had that recently?’

‘Hell no.’ She half smiled. ‘I don’t want tortured and emotional,’ she whispered. ‘I don’t want pretend promises. I just want fun, too. I want to explore and enjoy and taste and then let go.’

He lifted away again to watch her expression. ‘Is “letting go” going to be a problem?’

‘You think it would be?’ she asked. ‘What, you’re worried I’m going to start pestering you for a relationship?’

He laughed at her horrified tone. ‘Sometimes women like to look into the future. I’m more a one day at a time person.’

‘I’m thinking one hour at a time,’ she said baldly. ‘No interest in thinking beyond that. So don’t worry, no wedding-bell fantasies going on in this head. I don’t want anything other than...’ She hesitated.

‘Sex.’

She nodded. ‘I want an orgasm.’ Several in fact. Enough to last her the year. She hadn’t had an orgasm in ages.

He laughed.

‘I’m serious,’ she said. ‘I’m still hot and bothered by that article. Seven times in one night? Was that for real?’

‘You want to find out?’ He shrugged. ‘You want to use me?’

‘Just for now.’ She nodded, then looked at him slyly. ‘You’re not going to hurt your heart, are you?’

He shook his head.

Of course not. She smiled at him. This was good. The negotiations were done. Agreement reached. Now she could just enjoy. ‘So we’re having a holiday fling.’

‘We are.’ He smiled back.

She drew in a breath and released it slowly, luxuriating in the feeling of his body pressing against hers. But she didn’t want to just feel it. She wanted to see it—taste, touch and hear his passion too.

In short, she wanted it all.

And if this was a holiday fling, if this was just their deal—with no one else knowing—then there was no reason to hold back from asking for everything that she wanted.

‘It’s been so long since I’ve openly looked at a guy’s body and just appreciated it,’ she confessed.

‘You want to appreciate my body?’ His brows lifted.

‘Yes, please,’ she said bluntly. ‘I’d like to look at it. All of it. I want to sightsee.’ She licked her lips as he suddenly rolled from her and then stood up on the mattress.

He towered above her, like a magnificent, living statue. ‘You want to reveal it yourself, or want me to strip for you?’

‘I’m quite liking the you stripping idea.’ She coyly looked up at him and shimmied back to sit in a huddle on the pillows and give him space to move. ‘How are your bad-boy stripper moves?’

‘Have you ever been to a strip bar?’

She shook her head.

‘But women like eye candy.’ His smile was so devastating, so naughty. Who’d have thought he could do playboy so well?

She laughed. Then drew a breath as he took a step back and lifted one side of his T-shirt, teasing her with a flash of flesh. Anticipation surged through her.

He paused, angling his head in a total stud-man pose. ‘If I do this for you, there’ll be payback.’

Excitement burned deeper. ‘What kind of payback?’

‘Really bad behaviour,’ he promised. ‘Demands.’

He lifted his T-shirt again. She watched, unwilling and unable to speak. He pulled the thing over his head and carelessly tossed it to the side. Yeah, that was what she’d wanted, a chance to look her fill, freely and with all the time in the world. His chest was broad, sculpted, real. She could see the sheen of heat glistening on him, see the individual muscles flex and remain tense—strong.

Slowly she looked from his face, to his shoulders and then down to where muscles tapered to slim hips and the trousers slung low. The front of his combats was taut. His hands went to his waistband, undoing the button with a teasingly slow hand. Caitlin tensed. He was getting to the good bit. He unfastened the next button, then rolled down the waistband—exposing skin.

Oh my.

Caitlin was entranced.

And then he was naked. Commando man. Beautiful. A half-smile crossed his lips as he watched her avidly study him.

‘You better get ready,’ she murmured, rising to a seated position, so ready to pounce.

‘Yes, ma’am.’ He dropped to his knees and with a long hand he retrieved something from under the bed.

Oh my. She stifled a squirm as she watched him tear the wrapper.

‘Brand-new box?’ she asked, husky.

‘Bought specially,’ he confirmed, glancing up to send her a searing look. ‘Don’t think badly of me.’

‘So long as you got more of that chocolate as well,’ she drawled, ‘I think you’re a genius.’

He winked. ‘Life’s little essentials.’

He rolled the condom down, looking up to watch her face as he finished. ‘You want me to touch you now?’

Oh, hell yes. ‘I’m wondering what’s taking you so long.’ She just managed to maintain her totally fake air of sophisticated ease.

‘Well, I was thinking we should take this slow.’ Effortlessly he out-drawled her.

‘Slow?’ She gaped, with a start. She so didn’t want slow. She wanted to rut right about now. She wanted every last inch of him to be locked inside her. He was beautiful—all male strength and humour and edge and she was finally going to get some pleasure. Something just for her. Something nice when she’d not had anything nice in months. So the last thing she wanted was slow. He was hers to look at, hers to ride...right?

‘We have all day, all night and half the morning.’ He laughed, roughly. ‘I slide inside now and it’ll be all over. It’s been too long for me to hold on. I can’t make it that good for you. Better to go slow now, so I can be sure you’re satisfied before I—’

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sp; ‘You want to make sure I’m satisfied?’ She flushed as heat poured through her. Did he not get she was a whisper away from orgasm?