His gaze latched onto the hand that was sliding the thin straps from her shoulders. She was doing a striptease for him, and he had no idea how much more he could take.
"This will be our little secret. I stood there in the bathroom and reasoned it out. I was jilted by a cheating bastard, so I have no expectations, none whatsoever. I'm not your type and you're certainly not mine. Too pretty," she added musingly. "And a prince to boot."
She laughed, a seductive sound that had his skin heating up even more. "I will get my revenge on that bastard after all. I will be having sex with a prince. Oh, and I will be seeing Luther. He's a nice guy and I like hanging out with him." He was so caught up in the fact that she was shimmying out of the lingerie that he almost missed the last part of her sentence.
"What? Wait a damn minute!"
"There are rules." She eased the material off her breasts and wondered at the fact that she did not feel an ounce of shyness.
"What rules?"
"We don't ask each other where this is going. We'll have sex and have fun doing it. Oh, and you can see other people. It won't matter to me."
His eyes narrowed as he continued to stare at her. "Is that right?"
"Hmm," she nodded. "You are who you are, and I wouldn't dream of trying to change you. So, no promises, no relationship, just sex." She bunched the material around her waist. "Just lots of sex."
"No commitment." His voice had gone dangerously soft. Tomas felt as if he was existing in a time loop. She was saying the very things he had said to women in the past and it did not sit well with him. Not when he wanted so much more from her.
"Exactly." She nodded, pleased that he understood.
"And if I want more?" he asked coldly.
She stopped in the process of taking it all off. "Why would you want that?" She shook her head before he could respond. "Anyway, that's my deal, take it or leave it."
He couldn't leave it. Damn her, he was willing to have her whatever it took.
