Whose Bed Is It Anyway? by Natalie Anderson Page B

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    But she heard his low laughter, heard the sound of confident, controlled movements. Footsteps fell heavy on the stairs only a few paces behind hers.
    As she entered the immaculate bedroom he ran a hand from her shoulder down the length of her arm to her wrist. His fingers made a circle—a cuff—around her bones and then he tugged.
    â€˜Don’t think you can turn your back on me now.’ He spun her round and pushed her gently with his other hand, just below her ribs. ‘It’s my job to provide the comfort here.’
    She fell back on the bed. He fell with her, his lips connecting with hers. She closed her eyes as she savoured the glorious weight of him. His tongue stroked deeper this time, seeking knowledge. She let him find it—opening up to let him explore completely. She lifted her hands, exploring the breadth of his back, feeling the strength of his lean muscles. Oh, yeah, the guy was fit. Taut. Hot.
    But then he drew back, one hand pressed on the mattress beside her head as he levered away enough to look down at her. Caitlin stared at him through narrowed eyes. He damn well better not put the brakes on again. She’d do him an injury.
    He stared down at her, a smile slowly crossing his lips. ‘Tell me what you want.’
    She let her hand fall. She was sprawled on a bed beneath him. Wasn’t it obvious?
    â€˜Talented as I am, I don’t do telepathy,’ he said with a self-mocking grin. ‘I don’t read minds. And I don’t like to make mistakes.’
    â€˜You’ve made mistakes with women before?’
    â€˜Some.’ He nodded. ‘So I think it’s a good idea to clarify exactly where we’re going with this. I like my private life to remain exactly that. Private.’ A vaguely uncomfortable expression flitted across his face. ‘I’m a wealthy guy. I’m a little known. So I’m always going to get verbal consent. I’m always going to wear a condom.’
    What, he thought she’d try to trap him? ‘You want me to sign a contract and everything?’
    He moved, his weight falling heavier on her so she couldn’t escape and pretended to think about it for a moment, amusement lighting his eyes. ‘It has possibilities.’
    â€˜You don’t trust me.’ Wasn’t that a surprise?
    He smiled, getting her annoyance and soothing it as he stroked the back of his fingers lightly down her neck. ‘Actually, I’d trust you on many things. But I always ask that a woman doesn’t kiss and tell.’
    She rolled her eyes. ‘You know you’re okay with me there.’
    â€˜True.’
    â€˜I don’t trust anyone about anything,’ she said. She’d never have unprotected sex. Truthfully she’d not had sex in a long time. Which had made Dominic’s accusations all the more hurtful.
    â€˜You want me to sign a contract?’ he asked.
    She stared at the wickedness lurking in his eyes. She understood he had little to give her. Only the one thing she wanted. ‘I can handle a verbal.’
    â€˜What are your terms?’ He lifted a hand, traced her features with a light, sensual finger.
    Caitlin drew a breath at the sparks such a small touch ignited. And she went for it. ‘Sex. Unlimited. No one else knows.’
    â€˜Unlimited?’ His eyes kindled—darker, magnetic.
    â€˜As often, as much, as you like while you’re in New York.’
    She felt his muscles tighten, his erection pressed harder against her.
    â€˜What if you can’t keep up?’ he asked.
    She didn’t think that was likely. She’d never been so hot for a man.
    â€˜You’re the one who has to keep up,’ she answered back. ‘I can just lie here if necessary.’
    â€˜You won’t be just lying here.’ His hungry gaze roamed over her features. ‘Do you know what I haven’t had in a really, really long time?’ he asked.
    She shook her