Page 26 of Spurred On

“I know. But I want more. I want you.”

“I’m not a groupie.”

He had no idea what that meant, but it seemed like a good idea to agree. “Of course not.” He stroked her again. “Spend the night with me.”

Her eyes narrowed. She studied him intently. “One night?’

“Just one night.”

“No strings?”

“None.”

He thought it might be helpful to suckle her nipple again while she thought it over. He ended with a nip, and for some reason, she pulled away. It took a moment for him to un-wedge his fingers from her jeans—and he hated leaving that warm, wet nest—but if she wanted some space to think it over, it was only chivalrous to give it to her. But he couldn’t let go of her completely. For some reason he couldn’t. He needed the connection, so he took her hand. And kissed it.

“What do you say?”

“Let’s get something straight,” she said, panting. “If we do this—”

“Which we should.” Oh yes. They absolutely should. For one thing, he was dying. Just dying.

“This is nothing more than a one-night stand.”

Something shafted through him. It felt like annoyance. Disappointment, maybe, but he ignored it. If she wanted a one-night stand, it dovetailed perfectly with his desires. Namely, fucking her out of his system. So he nodded.

“Say it.”

Damn, she was demanding. He liked that in a woman. He liked that a lot.

“Fine. A one-night stand and nothing more.”

“Nothing more.” She wriggled her hand free and thrust it before him.

It took a moment for his brain to catch up, but when it did, he took her hand in his and they shook on it.

Hardly a romantic way to seal such an agreement, but he refused to let it bother him.

Because he was going to fuck Sidney Stevens again, and he was going to do it tonight.