Possessed by Passion by Brenda Jackson

his bed? It was his bed and he claimed all rights to it. And for her information, not all his conquests had been brought back here. He’d taken a few to a hotel. But, he admitted only to himself, he rarely went to a woman’s home. Very rarely.
    Tyson knew men handled things differently when it came to having sex with women. Some didn’t invite women to their home, saying it felt like the woman was invading their personal space. Galen and his cousin Donovan Steele from Charlotte had both had the same mind-set in their bachelor days. Tyson never had a problem with it because any woman that he had sex with here knew not to return without an invitation.
    â€œI’m leaving.” Hunter turned and headed for the door.
    He stared as she walked away, not missing that backside he’d made plans to ride and those gorgeous legs he’d intended to slide between. What in the hell had gone wrong? One part of him wanted to think her leaving was for the best because she certainly thought a lot of herself if she assumed she could call the shots. But another part, the one determined to have sex with her regardless of whose bed he did it in, overruled his common sense, and so he asked, “What’s your address?”
    She rattled it off over her shoulder. When she reached his door she turned around. “I’ll be waiting, Tyson.”
    â€œYou won’t be waiting long.” He barely got the words out before she opened the door and closed it shut behind her.
    Without even thinking about the craziness of what he was doing, Tyson rushed into his bedroom, grabbed an overnight bag and quickly began throwing items into it. She hadn’t said anything about him being an overnight guest, but she would soon find out that he had a few conditions of his own.
    Before zipping up the overnight bag he opened the drawer to his nightstand, reached inside and grabbed a handful of condoms. He was about to close the drawer, but then stopped and grabbed some more. Hell, for this little inconvenience, he intended to make tonight worth his while.

Chapter 8
    H unter glanced around her bedroom. Several candles were lit and the fragrance of vanilla floated in the air. She had changed the linens and sprayed vanilla mist over the sheets and pillows for an extra touch.
    How many times had she envisioned setting up a bedroom room like this for Carter only to have him make fun of her attempt? That was after he’d accused her of trying to burn the house down with the candles and spraying stuff that he was probably allergic to. Her ex hadn’t had a romantic bone in his body. Even during those times when they were trying to have a baby, he refused to let her turn their drab-looking bedroom into a romantic hot spot.
    Now she had her hot spot. It was an important component in her plan of seduction. She didn’t intend to start bed-hopping with men, by any means, but hopefully after this one time with Tyson, she would have the courage to at least date other men and see where it led.
    She had no desire to ever get married again, nor was she interested in engaging in a serious relationship. Occasional dating would suit her just fine. If she liked the man well enough, she saw no reason why they couldn’t share an intimate night once in a while. Granted, she had to feel the man was worthy of sharing her bed.
    Then what was up with Tyson Steele? Was he worthy?
    She wasn’t sure about that, but he did know the right buttons to push to arouse her. And there was that element of sexual chemistry between them. So he might as well be her first test. Mo was right. If she was going to declare her sexual independence then it might as well be with Tyson.
    At that moment the doorbell sounded. If that was Tyson, he’d arrived sooner than she’d anticipated. She figured he would at least take some time to mull over her offer. Since it appeared that he hadn’t, she took it as a strong indication of just how eager he was to