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“I’m all yours.”
A wedge of golden lamplight cut across Bram’s naked body from shoulder to hip blade. He fell back into the pillows, spent and struggling for breath. He was a beautiful, debauched angel, drunk on sex and sin. “You’re going to…fall in love with me,” he said. “I know it.”
She shoved her hair out of her eyes and gazed down at his sweat-slicked chest. The aftershocks of her last orgasm had left her soft and defenseless. She tried to pull herself back together. “You’re delusional.”
He gripped her thighs, which were still straddling his hips. “I know you. You’ll fall in love with me and screw up everything.”
She winced and pulled herself off him. “Why would I fall in love with you?”
He ran his hand over her bottom. “Because you have crappy taste in men, that’s why.”
She collapsed next to him. “Not that crappy!”
“You say that now. But before long, you’ll be leaving threatening messages on my voice mail and stalking my new girlfriends.”
“Only to warn them about you.” His side pressed warm against her skin, and the earthy scent of their bodies mingled with the crisp smell of fresh sheets. The sex had been incredible as usual, and later she would blame her pleasure-fuzzed brain for what came next. Or maybe it was simply her day for burning all her bridges. “The only thing I might…might want from you is…” She threw her arm over her eyes and blurted it out. “Possibly…a baby.”
He laughed.
“I’m serious.” She lifted her arm from her eyes and made herself face him.
“I know. That’s why I’m laughing.”
“It isn’t like it’d cost you anything.” She sat up, all her lovemaking-lax muscles constricting. “No boring visitations. No child support. All you have to do is give me the goods and fade away before the main event.”
“Not going to happen. Not in a trillion years.”
“I wouldn’t even bring it up—”
“Now that you’re good at.”
“—if you weren’t so goo
d-looking. Your faults are all character flaws, and since I wouldn’t let you anywhere near my offspring except for an occasional public photo op, that’s not a problem. Granted, by employing your DNA, I’m risking a few damaged chromosomes from your years of excess. But it’s a risk I’m willing to take because, with that one exception, you pretty much represent the male genetic jackpot.”
“I’m weirdly flattered. But…No. Never.”
She dropped back into the pillows. “I knew you’d be too selfish to discuss this. It’s so like you.”
“It isn’t as if you’re asking me to lend you twenty bucks.”
“A good thing, because I’d only have to pay myself back!”
He bent over her and nibbled at her bottom lip. “Would you mind using that gorgeous mouth for something other than idle chit-chat?”
“Stop making fun of my mouth. What’s the big deal? Tell me.”
“The big deal is, I don’t want a kid.”
“Exactly.” She bounced back up. “You won’t have one either.”
“Do you really think it’d be that easy?”
No. It would be messy and unbelievably complicated, but the idea of mixing their genes had been growing more enticing by the day. His looks and—she hated to admit it—his intellect, combined with her own temperament and discipline would produce the most amazing child, a child she yearned to bear. “It’ll be easier than easy,” she said. “It’s a no-brainer.”
“No-brain is right. Fortunately, the rest of your body makes up for your empty head.”
“Save your energy. I’m out of the mood.”
