“Don’t be a hard-ass about this.”
“I’m being honest. There is such a thing as willpower.”
He chuckles, and the sound does things to me.
Shit!
“It will happen again, and you know it.”
“We can control ourselves.” I’m almost yelling now. I pull in a breath and force my voice down. “We are adults. We can?—”
“I fucked you in public, Robyn. At your own fundraising event of the year. We cannot control ourselves around each other. The sooner you admit that, the sooner we can move on with this conversation.”
Dammit, but he’s right.
I hate the fact. I look up at him, and narrow my eyes.
“You want me to admit it so you have a reason to excuse yourself from this assignment.” There’s an edge in my words. “Is that it? You want me to give you the out you’re looking for.”
“That’s not it at all.” He shakes his head.
He’s looking for an out, and I hate how much I don’t want him to go. I hate it more than anything else about this conversation.
I make a frustrated sound. “What do you want, then? Because I don’t understand what we’re doing here. Just spell it out.”
“I want the same thing as you do.”
“You’re going to have to be more specific than that.” I frown.
“Isn’t it obvious? I want to fuck you,” he growls.
There it is.
I stare at him.
He stares back.
“I had a messy divorce a year after I came to Draig,” I tell him, because the words are coming out before I can stop them. “I’ve been on my own ever since, by choice. I’m not interested in a relationship right now. Thank you for the offer, but I can’t?—”
A low chuckle rolls out of him. It’s quiet and a little bit dirty, and it lands somewhere low in my belly. I want to slap him.
“What is so funny?” I ask. “What did I say that was funny?”
“Nothing’s funny. I’m laughing because I’m not asking you for a relationship, Robyn.” He shakes his head once. “I don’t want one either. My offer is simple. We fuck often, while I’m on this assignment. I want you every which way I can get you. I want to taste your pussy more than once a day. When the assignment is done, I walk away. We never cross paths again. There will be no dinners. No dancing. No romantic anything. Just fucking.”
He takes a step toward me.
“I’ll get you out of my system.” His eyes are right on mine. “You can get me out of yours.”
“Sex,” I repeat, because I can’t quite believe what I’m hearing.
“Yes. No sleepovers. No spooning. No?—”
“Just fucking.”
“Hard, fast, slow. Every position you can think of. I do my job on this assignment. You do your job at the hospital. In between, we go at it. Hard.”
He licks his lips, and my body reacts, just like it reacted to every word he just said.
