on the coffee table and marched to the window. Her
breasts jiggled, her areolas aching, hard and bare beneath her t-shirt. Buck
naked, just like Rex wanted her. She wanted to massage them, pluck them, she
was so primed to hop in the sack with him again.
She had never been so needy of a man. His laughter. His
caress. His attention.
“He’ll call, honey.” Rex sat in the chair across from her, a
forensics book in his lap. One, she noted with a wry smile, he had not read
much of this morning. “We’re not the only item on his list, you know.”
But we’ve used up the last condom in a sweet, long mating
worthy of a porn movie. And heaven help me, but I’m horny as hell once more. She whirled to face him, an idea in mind to cure their problem. “I’m healthy.”
Rex’s dark slashing brows rose by tiny increments. His blue
eyes bored into hers. “Darlin’, that’s not the only—”
“Totally healthy,” she emphasized, going for broke here. “I
had a test—over two years ago. I haven’t been with a man since before that.” Tell
me about you and then maybe we can—
“I am, too. Had a test four months ago.”
Her turn to raise her brows.
“I get the test every six months.”
Her brows arched higher.
He cursed, got to his feet and came toward her. “I did— do sleep with women occasionally. And every time I do, I go afterward to make
certain I’m good.”
“Well then.” Four months since you last had a woman makes
me wildly, ridiculously, illogically happy. A man like you needs good
loving more frequently than that because you can give it often. Very often. Like twice within minutes. “We can—”
He lifted her chin. “No, we can’t. I won’t take the chance.”
“No chances.”
“Yeah?” He gave her his Lone Ranger dark and disbelieving
look. “I noted you didn’t tell me you’re on the Pill.”
She pursed her lips.
“Truth here between us,” he pressed her.
“I’m not. No need to be.”
Sighing, he pulled her into his arms and cradled her against
him. Just the feel of those sculpted muscles had her shivering and dying to
strip him naked. “I’m gonna make love to you a thousand times. You’ll be sick
of me.”
She snorted, wrapping her arms around his waist, rubbing her
aching nipples against his chest. “I can’t wait any longer.”
“There’s only so much a man can stand.” He put her from him.
She crossed her arms, reached down and pulled her t-shirt
over her head. At the abrasion, her nipples blossomed higher and harder.
Rex’s blue eyes flamed, his gaze locked on her breasts.
“You’re beautiful and a temptation. But I will not do this to you. To us.”
“You could pull out before climax,” she urged on a voice
that was damn near a purr. Then she cupped her tender breasts and thumbed her
nipples.
He guffawed, took a step backward. “Oh, no. That’s not a
guarantee you won’t get pregnant. Besides, I don’t know that I’d have presence
of mind to withdraw.” His voice mellowed, his gaze adored her features. “You’re
so different for me, baby.”
Her heart lurched. “For me, too. You mean so much to me. Not
just the sex. That’s icing.”
His tongue slid across his lower lip. “Damn sweet icing,
darlin’.”
“So let’s—”
“Skye, hear me. If we’re going to have each other after
this, I want it to be because we want to be together. Not because we have to.”
“Rex.” Tears sprang to her eyes. When had she last met a man
who wanted to do all the right things by a woman? She only wrote about men like
that, created them as her private detectives in her crime novels. She followed
him, step by slow step to the wall. “Honey, I can’t wait.”
He wrapped his big hands around her wrists. “I won’t do this
without protection. Not with you. Not when we get so damn lost in each other.”
“You’re controlled,” she followed him, step by slow step to
the wall.
“You’re nuts.”
“For you.” She melted against