something about him that made her want to stop running and stand still, not forever, but for a little bit. "You still see me, don't you?" he said softly.
She narrowed her eyes, searching his face as she tried to understand what he was saying. His eyes were turbulent, and his jaw was tense. His hands were warm on her knees, dwarfing her leg. "Yes," she said slowly, trying to figure out the issue.
He moved closer to her. "I want to have sex with you tonight," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to ignite everything inside her. "I want to kiss every inch of your body, and give you the best damned night of your life."
Heat flooded between her legs, and her heart started to pound at the completely unexpected change in topic. "Seriously?"
"Yeah." He slid his hand behind the nape of her neck. His touch was seductive and amazing, sending chills down her arms. "Kiss me, Taylor. Just one kiss."
Oh, God. This was way out of control, especially given the fact that she wanted desperately to say yes and lose herself to him. But there was no way. She'd made a promise to Mira, and it had been the right promise. "I can't." She put her hand on his chest to push him back. "Don't get me wrong. I think you're…um...well, you tempt me and no one else has tempted me for a long time, but I can't do that with you."
He didn't back up, or let her go. "One kiss, Taylor. Just one." He moved closer, and for a split second, she considered letting him kiss her. It would be so incredible to be kissed by a man she was so entranced by. How wonderful would it be to once, just once, let herself go with a man and not worry about the consequences.
Except there were always consequences. "I can't." She pulled her legs back from between his knees, swung them to the side, and vaulted off the bed. By the time she'd landed on her feet and managed to get her hands in a position of sufficient defiance on her hips, Zane was standing as well, staring at her with an expression of absolute disbelief.
His shocked expression irritated her. "What? Are you that surprised that I could turn down a bull riding champion? Did you think that just because you're some famous hottie that all the women want, that I'd fall for it too? That's why you told me, wasn't it? So I'd have sex with you?" God, she was so disappointed. She hadn't expected that of him at all. "I can't believe you used that ploy with me." She pointed at the door to the back room. "You can get yourself an old musty mattress, because there's no space in that bed tonight." Suddenly, she didn't feel safe with him. Last night had been perfect, and he'd made no move to seduce her. She hadn't expected that to change, and now that it had, she felt uncomfortable. She was also kind of crushed. He'd seemed like such a good guy, dangerous and sexy, but honorable. And now he'd tried to use his bull riding thing to get her to have sex with him? She was so bummed. She'd totally misjudged him, as well as her ability to see who she should have faith in. "Or sleep on your bike. Not here."
"Hey." He caught her shoulders as she tried to spin away. "Wait a sec."
She tried to knock his hand away. "Let me go, Zane. Seriously. You crossed a line there, and—"
"I had to see," he said, his voice urgent. "Let me explain."
There was something about the tone of his voice that got her attention. She paused, eyeing him warily. "What?" She seriously doubted there was a reasonable explanation, but for some inexplicable reason, she wanted him to have one. Until now, he'd made her feel safe. She'd trusted him. It had felt good, and she wanted it back.
"When I was on the tour, women were always all over me," he said, not releasing his grip on her shoulders, forcing her to stand and listen. "They wanted a chance to be with the superstar. I had one woman claim that I'd gotten her pregnant, even though I'd never even had sex with her."
Taylor blinked, startled by the unexpected revelation. "Really?"
"Yeah. Her friends all swore she'd
She narrowed her eyes, searching his face as she tried to understand what he was saying. His eyes were turbulent, and his jaw was tense. His hands were warm on her knees, dwarfing her leg. "Yes," she said slowly, trying to figure out the issue.
He moved closer to her. "I want to have sex with you tonight," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to ignite everything inside her. "I want to kiss every inch of your body, and give you the best damned night of your life."
Heat flooded between her legs, and her heart started to pound at the completely unexpected change in topic. "Seriously?"
"Yeah." He slid his hand behind the nape of her neck. His touch was seductive and amazing, sending chills down her arms. "Kiss me, Taylor. Just one kiss."
Oh, God. This was way out of control, especially given the fact that she wanted desperately to say yes and lose herself to him. But there was no way. She'd made a promise to Mira, and it had been the right promise. "I can't." She put her hand on his chest to push him back. "Don't get me wrong. I think you're…um...well, you tempt me and no one else has tempted me for a long time, but I can't do that with you."
He didn't back up, or let her go. "One kiss, Taylor. Just one." He moved closer, and for a split second, she considered letting him kiss her. It would be so incredible to be kissed by a man she was so entranced by. How wonderful would it be to once, just once, let herself go with a man and not worry about the consequences.
Except there were always consequences. "I can't." She pulled her legs back from between his knees, swung them to the side, and vaulted off the bed. By the time she'd landed on her feet and managed to get her hands in a position of sufficient defiance on her hips, Zane was standing as well, staring at her with an expression of absolute disbelief.
His shocked expression irritated her. "What? Are you that surprised that I could turn down a bull riding champion? Did you think that just because you're some famous hottie that all the women want, that I'd fall for it too? That's why you told me, wasn't it? So I'd have sex with you?" God, she was so disappointed. She hadn't expected that of him at all. "I can't believe you used that ploy with me." She pointed at the door to the back room. "You can get yourself an old musty mattress, because there's no space in that bed tonight." Suddenly, she didn't feel safe with him. Last night had been perfect, and he'd made no move to seduce her. She hadn't expected that to change, and now that it had, she felt uncomfortable. She was also kind of crushed. He'd seemed like such a good guy, dangerous and sexy, but honorable. And now he'd tried to use his bull riding thing to get her to have sex with him? She was so bummed. She'd totally misjudged him, as well as her ability to see who she should have faith in. "Or sleep on your bike. Not here."
"Hey." He caught her shoulders as she tried to spin away. "Wait a sec."
She tried to knock his hand away. "Let me go, Zane. Seriously. You crossed a line there, and—"
"I had to see," he said, his voice urgent. "Let me explain."
There was something about the tone of his voice that got her attention. She paused, eyeing him warily. "What?" She seriously doubted there was a reasonable explanation, but for some inexplicable reason, she wanted him to have one. Until now, he'd made her feel safe. She'd trusted him. It had felt good, and she wanted it back.
"When I was on the tour, women were always all over me," he said, not releasing his grip on her shoulders, forcing her to stand and listen. "They wanted a chance to be with the superstar. I had one woman claim that I'd gotten her pregnant, even though I'd never even had sex with her."
Taylor blinked, startled by the unexpected revelation. "Really?"
"Yeah. Her friends all swore she'd
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