“No.” I can’t help forking my fingers through my hair again. It’s a terrible habit when I’m nervous, but it’s better than grabbing his cut and slamming him up against the refrigerator. “Look, things got out of hand just now, but I meant what I said. I’m not having sex with you.”
Because sex,of course, is full penetrative cock-in-pussy. Fooling around doesn’t count. If I tell myself that enough times I might even start to believe it.
There’s a dangerous gleam in his eyes that should scare the shit out of me, but just makes me want him even more.
“What’re you saying? You don’t want me touching you again?”
“No, I’m not saying that.” Oh, my fuck, did I say that out loud? What’s wrong with me? The last thing I need is for him to touch me again. His gaze is relentless, and I fold my arms in the hope that will somehow clear my mind. “What I mean is touching’s fine if you can respect boundaries.”
Just shut the fuck up, Amy, and go home.I’m making this situation worse with every ridiculous word that comes out of my mouth. I’m never going to see him again after tonight. We don’t need to have a freaking conversation about boundaries.
“Boundaries?” He looks as though he hasn’t the faintest clue what I’m talking about.
And if he wasn’t Gage Reynolds in the first place, I wouldn’t evenwantany boundaries between us.
I unfold one arm and draw a never-ending circle in the air with my finger. “Yeah. You know what I mean. No more wandering hands.”
He’s watching my finger as though he’s never seen anything like it before. I freeze, fist my hand, and refold my arms before I do any other stupid thing.
Finally, he drags his gaze back up to mine again. There’s a wary edge about him that wasn’t there a couple of seconds ago, and I brace myself for whatever’s coming next. How do I manage to get myself in these situations?
“You’re not a virgin, are you?” He sounds like he’s just asked me if I have the plague or something, and, not for the first time since I’ve met him, I have the inappropriate urge to giggle.
“Are you?” I toss the challenge back at him, sincefirst,it’s none of his damn business, andsecond,I have this mad need to wind him up a little.
“Not since I was fourteen.” There’s a hint of a smile on his lips now. “What about you?”
“I was nineteen and a half.” Actually, nineteen, five months and three days, but hey, who’s counting?
He visibly relaxes, and his smile turns predatory as he strokes a lazy trail along the side of my face with one finger.
It’s hard, but I tilt my head to break contact. “Boundaries.” It’s a shame my voice is all husky, since I sound as if I’m giving him encouragement instead of a warning.
“Why?” His question is a low throb that perfectly matches the thrum of my blood. I swallow, momentarily swayed off course.Thisis why I can’t come back tomorrow—because sooner or later, I’ll fall right under his spell.
My brain is so fried I have no idea what he’s talking about. “Why what?” Now I’m croaking, which is so not sexy. Not that I want to sound sexy.
Of course, I do.
“Why’re you giving me such a hard time?” His sinful smile is more than enough to cause excitable little flutters in my pussy. It’s like all my lady parts are on high alert, just waiting for another hot session with Gage the sex god. “We both know how much you want me.”
Yes, I do, but I don’t like having my nose rubbed in it. “Arrogant son of a bitch, aren’t you?” It’s not a question, and I wish I sounded pissed off instead of breathless. “I hardly know you, and I don’t do one-night stands.”
Just one-night orgasms…
Instead of backing off or laughing at my prudery, he appears fascinated, which issonot the response I expected. Unless he thinks I’ve just issued a challenge. Wouldn’t surprise me. Jesus, I’ll be glad when this night’s over.
Liar.
“You mean you only put out if a guy takes you on a date first.”
That isn’t what I mean, and the stupid thing is I’m offended he even thinks that. It doesn’tmatterwhat he thinks. Why do I keep forgetting that?
“I go on plenty of dates. I don’t end up sleeping with them all. And just so we’re clear, I pay my own way, all right?” Nice one, Amy. So much for playing it cool. He’ll know I’m pissed off with him now. Except, a part of me does want him to know, because he basically told me he thinks I use sex as a payment for a freakingdate.
“I don’t do the dating thing.”
I ditch my pride and take a hasty step back. “Good for you. No one’s asking you to.”
