he’d said.
“What I said about next time.” His tone was sharper
than he’d planned but he didn’t attempt to soften it. “If you’re a one trick
pony that’s fine by me.”
She turned her head toward him. “One trick
pony?”
He kept his attention on the ceiling. “A fuck ‘em
and leave ‘em kind of girl. We’ve all got our own agenda.”
She hoisted herself onto her elbows. “Agenda? I
don’t have an agenda. But I get the message, loud and clear. I’m not an idiot.”
He was starting to feel like one. “Perhaps you
should enlighten me, because I’m not entirely sure what the problem is.”
She turned and started to get out of bed. “No
problem at all. I’ll just get dressed and be on my way. There’s no need for you
to worry about there being a next time.”
Damn it, so he was right. He jerked up and
levered his hands around her waist before she could stand. She wasn’t blowing
him off before she’d given him a reason for no next time, not when they’d
pretty much set fire to the sheets. “Hold on just a minute.”
She froze, her whole body tense where minutes
ago it had been warm and pliable. “There’s no need to string it out. I’m fully
aware of how things are. How I am.”
Ethan had the distinct impression he’d slipped
into some parallel universe, because damned if he knew what she was talking
about. He shifted until his chest was to her back and drew her against him.
“There’s no shame in wanting a one night stand, gorgeous. I just wish you’d let
me persuade you to stay a bit longer.”
And if he had his way, he’d use that time
convincing her that what they’d shared was worth repeating. Many times. Many, many times.
She turned to look over her shoulder at him, a
haughty look in her eyes. “It’s still early. You could join your friends at
Papa Niko’s. You might still get lucky.”
Taking a chance, he nuzzled her ear. “I already
got lucky.”
Her brow furrowed. “There’s really no reason to
be nice. I get it, okay? You’re off the hook.”
Was the same confusion he saw in her eyes now visible
in his own? He frowned at her. “Want to explain? Because you may as well be
speaking a foreign language, green eyes.”
She tried to get up, but he kept her anchored
against him. If nothing else, she owed him clarification of just what the hell
was going on with her.
She turned her head away from him. “I’ll spell
it out in simple English for you then, since my humiliation obviously isn’t
complete and you’ll be content only with total annihilation.” Her gaze returned
to his and if looks could kill, he’d be the one annihilated. “I’m a disaster,
no good at this, complete pants. Okay?”
“No good at what? Explanations? In which case,
I’d have to agree. I’m still lost here.”
“Okay.” She huffed, her beautiful breasts
rising and falling as she sucked air into her lungs.
Shit. He was growing hard again.
“Let’s try words of one syllable. No. Good. At.
Sex. There. Satisfied?”
“Perfectly. Climaxing inside a beautiful,
hot-blooded woman has that effect on me.”
She jerked her shoulder. “Don’t you dare be
crass with me.”
He wouldn’t even try, especially not when her
eyes clouded with the sheen of tears. He tightened his hold around her waist,
easing her back against him. He remembered her saying something earlier about
not being very good at sex, but he’d brushed it aside as a ploy that she might
be fishing for compliments. Looking at her now, he knew he’d been tactless and
insensitive. Shit. She really believed she was rubbish in the sack.
“If you want my opinion on your opinion, I’d
say you’re not very good, you’re fucking fantastic.”
She tensed, her shoulders stiff and her back
ramrod straight. “But you want me to leave anyway?”
Fucking hell. The woman was driving him insane.
“I don’t want you to leave.” He shifted, then pushed her back down until she
was flat on the bed and he lay over her. “I
“What I said about next time.” His tone was sharper
than he’d planned but he didn’t attempt to soften it. “If you’re a one trick
pony that’s fine by me.”
She turned her head toward him. “One trick
pony?”
He kept his attention on the ceiling. “A fuck ‘em
and leave ‘em kind of girl. We’ve all got our own agenda.”
She hoisted herself onto her elbows. “Agenda? I
don’t have an agenda. But I get the message, loud and clear. I’m not an idiot.”
He was starting to feel like one. “Perhaps you
should enlighten me, because I’m not entirely sure what the problem is.”
She turned and started to get out of bed. “No
problem at all. I’ll just get dressed and be on my way. There’s no need for you
to worry about there being a next time.”
Damn it, so he was right. He jerked up and
levered his hands around her waist before she could stand. She wasn’t blowing
him off before she’d given him a reason for no next time, not when they’d
pretty much set fire to the sheets. “Hold on just a minute.”
She froze, her whole body tense where minutes
ago it had been warm and pliable. “There’s no need to string it out. I’m fully
aware of how things are. How I am.”
Ethan had the distinct impression he’d slipped
into some parallel universe, because damned if he knew what she was talking
about. He shifted until his chest was to her back and drew her against him.
“There’s no shame in wanting a one night stand, gorgeous. I just wish you’d let
me persuade you to stay a bit longer.”
And if he had his way, he’d use that time
convincing her that what they’d shared was worth repeating. Many times. Many, many times.
She turned to look over her shoulder at him, a
haughty look in her eyes. “It’s still early. You could join your friends at
Papa Niko’s. You might still get lucky.”
Taking a chance, he nuzzled her ear. “I already
got lucky.”
Her brow furrowed. “There’s really no reason to
be nice. I get it, okay? You’re off the hook.”
Was the same confusion he saw in her eyes now visible
in his own? He frowned at her. “Want to explain? Because you may as well be
speaking a foreign language, green eyes.”
She tried to get up, but he kept her anchored
against him. If nothing else, she owed him clarification of just what the hell
was going on with her.
She turned her head away from him. “I’ll spell
it out in simple English for you then, since my humiliation obviously isn’t
complete and you’ll be content only with total annihilation.” Her gaze returned
to his and if looks could kill, he’d be the one annihilated. “I’m a disaster,
no good at this, complete pants. Okay?”
“No good at what? Explanations? In which case,
I’d have to agree. I’m still lost here.”
“Okay.” She huffed, her beautiful breasts
rising and falling as she sucked air into her lungs.
Shit. He was growing hard again.
“Let’s try words of one syllable. No. Good. At.
Sex. There. Satisfied?”
“Perfectly. Climaxing inside a beautiful,
hot-blooded woman has that effect on me.”
She jerked her shoulder. “Don’t you dare be
crass with me.”
He wouldn’t even try, especially not when her
eyes clouded with the sheen of tears. He tightened his hold around her waist,
easing her back against him. He remembered her saying something earlier about
not being very good at sex, but he’d brushed it aside as a ploy that she might
be fishing for compliments. Looking at her now, he knew he’d been tactless and
insensitive. Shit. She really believed she was rubbish in the sack.
“If you want my opinion on your opinion, I’d
say you’re not very good, you’re fucking fantastic.”
She tensed, her shoulders stiff and her back
ramrod straight. “But you want me to leave anyway?”
Fucking hell. The woman was driving him insane.
“I don’t want you to leave.” He shifted, then pushed her back down until she
was flat on the bed and he lay over her. “I
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