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There was no act.
No filter.
Tonight, sitting next to her at dinner, he’d felt zero need for pretense. Raina, the beautiful and maddening woman who’d purchased acres of his thoughts and set up real estate in his mind, hit every tier of attraction he possessed. Still, like a ridiculous teenager, he wanted to hear her say the words without any hint of teasing or joking.
Which made him an idiot.
Raina didn’t put the marriage wager on the table. Raina didn’t negotiate three months of matrimony. Raina, the woman of his foolish dreams, wanted a damn research paper.
Turning around, he made his way back to the house, but the sound of shuffling feet brought him to a stop, his body partially hidden behind a large oak. Wrapped in a blanket, Raina stood at the end of their driveway holding what looked like his coat, her voice riding the wind.
“Where is he? Doesn’t he know how cold it is? Be mad all you want, Saraci, but be mad warm.” She shivered. “Lucas, be mad at me all you want, but please come be mad at me, at home, where it’s warm.”
Apparently, hewasthe put-Raina-on-her-back-and-leave-her-twitching-as-if-electrocuted-by-her-own-orgasm kind of savage. If she didn’t have feelings for him, fine, but tonight, he would wear her out. Then tomorrow. And the next day. Plus, the one after that. If he had his way, he would fuck her for three months straight.
“Raina,” he called.
She turned.
Their gazes connected.
Then she narrowed her eyes, tossed his coat on the ground, and went back inside.
He stomped over, grabbed the coat, and followed her, the front door slamming behind him as he tossed the coat to the side. As she went to climb the stairs, he pulled her back using the T-shirt.
“Are you insane?” he asked.
“Me?” She stabbed his chest with an index finger. “You were the one who left wearing pajama shorts in thirty-degree weather. You wanted to be away from me that badly? Were you only interested in a ride on the Chocolate Express if it came without attachments?”
“Raina, I didn’t even think about having sex with you the first time I saw you. You do realize that you’re selling yourself short, right? That you’re saying I can’t possibly be attracted to your,” he crooked his fingers, “‘stellar’ personality.”
“You’re a guy.”
“Does that keep you warm at night? Make you feel safe? Does reducing me to ‘guy’ help you not acknowledge that I’ve made it very clear how I feel about you? God forbid you have to acknowledge it and feel something in return. Raina, I don’t even want my own two fucking lungs as much as I want you.”
Her chest heaved.
As far as arguing went, he was done.
“Just say it,” he hissed.
Her lips remained sealed.
“So, I was right?” He dragged the shirt off over her head, snatched off her panties, and tossed both onto the stairs. “All you want is a research paper? Recognition? Accolades?”
Riding his back instead of riding him?
“If that was all I wanted, I could go with anyone else,” she shot back. “Even one of your colleagues from dinner.”
“Try it. I willdestroytheir lives.” He spun her naked body around and nudged her backward until she toppled onto the sofa. “Open your mouth, and say how you feel about me.”
At this point, he didn’t care what it was. If she hated him, she hated him. She’d have to hate him while moaning as he buried himself inside her.
“Lucas, I…I don’t think three months is enough.”
“Which means?”
“That we should have dated first.”
