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women, Rina.
That’s all I can do. There’s nothing beyond that. I like my sex rough. Hard. I
like bondage. Maybe some other things.”
    So she was right. He was a dom, although maybe not in the truest sense of the word. She’d done enough
research for her romance novels to know the different levels of BDSM. What
would he say if she told him she wanted that as much as he did?
    But when she opened
her mouth to speak, he cut her off. “No. Don’t say anything. Let me finish. I
don’t want any emotional connection, either. I just won’t do that to the sister
of a man who’s like a brother to me. You should be with someone who can offer
you a relationship, something, anything but this.”
    “Then why did you fuck
me the first time?” Fighting to keep her anger under control, she studied his
face, unreadable as always. “All you had to do was walk out of my house.”
    “I wanted you. Badly.
Anyway, I figured I’d managed to frighten you off after that night.”
    She felt her face
heat as she thought of what they’d done.
    “Uh uh. I know
exactly what you’re thinking. John should beat my ass for that,” he ground out.
“I just pray he never finds out.”
    “But John isn’t in
this room with us, McCall, and the last I looked, I wasn’t a cowering virgin.”
She hugged herself with her arms. “I never said I didn’t like what we did. It
was just...unexpected. But all in all, I’ve had a pretty bad day, I don’t know
if John is alive or dead, and I’m falling apart. If I didn’t want this, you’d
be doubled over massaging your groin instead of wrestling with your conscience.”
    “Rina,” he began
again.
    She threw up her
hands and flopped back on the pillows, tugging the covers up to her chin. “You
must have ice water in your veins. It’s just sex, for God’s sake, right? Isn’t
that what you think? Get the hell out of here and let me go back to my
nightmares.”
    He stared at her, his
face wearing its usual unreadable expression, for so long she wondered if he
was ever going to say anything.
    “No.” His eyes burned
holes into her. “No, Rina, it isn’t just sex. And that’s the problem. But that’s
all it can ever be with you. I can’t change who and what I am no matter what my
feelings are, and you just don’t fit into that picture. Now do you understand?”
    Rina’s heart tried to
leap into her throat. Not just sex? Did that mean he felt the undercurrents,
too? The feeling of being connected? This was crazy, but no crazier than the
way her life had been turned upside down since she got the call from John. Her
nerves were shredded, and she’d been knocked completely off balance. And
someone had tried to kill her.
    Strong and
independent was good, except right now she wanted to melt into a puddle in a
man’s arms. McCall’s arms. She wanted to find her way under that granite
exterior and unleash what was hiding there. For better or for worse. She pushed
herself up, the covers falling to her waist.
    “Despite what you
might be thinking after our last...episode, I don’t fall into bed easily or
quickly. And I’m pretty picky about whose bed I fall into.”
    “Rina—”
    She shook her head. “You
also haven’t the faintest idea what I might or might not like. You don’t scare
me, McCall, but you won’t even try to give it a chance. Listen to me.” She
grabbed one of his hands. “I’m feeling vulnerable. And scared, more than I’ve
ever been in my life. But I also haven’t lost my mind altogether. We were good
together, and I think we could be better.” She dropped his hand. “Never mind.
It’s humiliating to have to beg. Go on. Go. I won’t bother you again.”
    “You bother me all
right,” he said through gritted teeth. “Too damn much. That’s the problem. Do you really want me to tell you what I’d like to do to you?”
    “Yes.” Her breathing
hitched at the flare of lust in his eyes. “Yes, I do.”
    He pushed her down
until she was flat on her back, circled