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He smiled and cupped her breasts. “Perfect. Or you can think of it like you would a comfort letter.”
“How do you know about comfort letters?” She turned and faced him with a curious smile.
“Don’t underestimate the knowledge of a bar owner. Prepare to be wowed with my contractual knowledge.”
“Is it as excellent as your bedroom knowledge?”
He spread his hand flat against her back, pressing her firmly against his cock. “You be the judge.”
The sexy sigh that escaped her lips brought his mouth to hers again.
“Mm. You’re distracting.” She touched his chin with one finger. “Wow me with your knowledge.”
“Bossy, aren’t we?”
“I told you I was controlling.”
“One of my favorite things about you,” he said, thinking of how she’d teased and taunted him before riding him so aggressively they’d both exploded in ecstasy.
“Comfort letters,” she whispered, and kissed his chin.
“They’re not legally binding.” He swept his tongue over her lower lip. “Often used by an associate company to document its support of an agreement.” He kissed the corner of her mouth. “In other words, you can try out the position for due diligence, make sure we’re a good fit. And you can consider my efforts and pure, unbridled enjoyment as support of my claim that we’re perfect together.”
She rolled onto her back, but he wasn’t going to let her get away that easy. He pulled her now tense body against him again.
“Talk to me, Tiffany.”
Her smile faded. “You called me Tiffany.”
“It’s your name.”
“I like the other things you call me.” The edges of her mouth curved down into a heart-breaking frown.
“Then talk to me. When you shut me out I don’t feel as close to you, and I’m a big pussy. I like to cuddle.”
She laughed. “You are hardly a pussy. But you are more sensitive than most guys, which is nice. And terrifying.”
“Because…?”
“Because I feel myself letting go of all my fears and I don’t want my life to unravel.” The seriousness in her voice underscored that fear.
“Then don’t let it. You’re in control of your life. I just want to be part of it. I know your fears ebb and flow. I feel it in your touch. I see it in your eyes. You get lost in us, just like I do, and then you get scared because you worry that you’ll go all in and I’ll turn into an asshole.”
She dropped her eyes and whispered, “Yes, even though I don’t think you will.”
He lifted her chin so she had no choice but to look at him. “Every relationship comes with fear and uncertainty. I’m not making promises I can’t keep. I’m here now. I want to be here tomorrow and the next day and the next. But I’m scared, too. You’re a gorgeous, smart, independent woman, and you could decide tomorrow that these little escapes we’ve been enjoying aren’t what you want. That you prefer to be buried in work because it’s safe and controllable.”
“You do worry? You’re not just saying that? Because you act like we’re a given.”
“How do you want me to act? Like even more of a pussy? Because that’s not going to happen. Life’s short, babe. If I die tomorrow, I won’t regret a second of my time with you. But if Ihadn’ttold you how I feel, or I hadn’t pushed to havemoreof you when it’s what I want, I’d have regrets.”
Her expression turned as serious as if she had to make a congressional decision. And he expected that in her mind, she did.
“How do you escape the fear?”
“The same way I escape it every time I visit one of the kids who’s undergoing treatment. Because I fear regret more than anything else.” He watched as that sank in, and the tension in her body seemed to ease a little.
“You’re afraid I’ll hurt you, but what do I gain by hurting you? If I wanted a night with you, I would have had it. If I thought we didn’t have a connection, you wouldn’t be in my bed, and I sure as hell wouldn’t have taken you to meet Gigi, or asked you out, or sent you gifts. Don’t you see? Whether we last a day, a week, a year, or longer is up to us.”
