gleam in his eyes was starting the steam rising again – as though the feel of his body pressing down on her wasn’t steamy enough. Molly fought an urge to squirm beneath him so she could feel even more of that body.
“But, just for the record, I keep condoms everywhere. I used to be a boy scout.” He said it innocently, then quoted with an anything-but-innocent grin, “Always be prepared.”
Very funny.
Her gaze slanted to her halter-top crumpled nearby like a discarded dishrag. “Yeah, I noticed you’re good with knots.”
“Is that an invitation for me to tie you up?” Tyler’s grin waxed wicked.
Molly almost swallowed her tongue.
“No!” She tried to sound like she meant it, but it was difficult with the visions that suddenly flooded her head. Visions she shouldn’t be having, that shouldn’t excite her. And did. Visions of herself bound and totally at his mercy while he wrecked red-hot havoc on her with mouth and hands and—
Quickly, with an ease that showed he’d had lots of practice, Tyler thumbed out the small rolled circle and flicked its wrapper aside while Molly did her best not to stare. And failed. The circle really wasn’t that small. “Extra large” was the term that came to mind. “Huge” was what it needed to cover – but perhaps they didn’t make condoms that big. She watched in horrified fascination as, still holding her wrists with one hand, he pushed off her just enough to sheath himself with the other hand.
“You don’t need to do that.” She didn’t realize she’d voiced the thought aloud till she heard her own whisper, hoarse and tense.
His eyebrows quirked up. “You don’t believe in safe sex?”
Hah. Coming from him, “safe sex” was a contradiction in terms. With Tyler James nothing was safe , and she hoped the dirty look she gave him delivered that message.
If it did, he didn’t seem to care. The man’s attitude was almost too blasé. Of course, he had the experience to back it up.
“Mind you, I appreciate the vote of confidence,” Tyler continued. “And you can rest assured it’s well placed. I’m always careful, and I’m always clean…so to speak. I’d like to give you the benefit of the doubt in that regard, too. But even ignoring the hygiene issues, there are other concerns, right? Maybe you’re trying to inform me you’re on the pill?”
No, just sterile.
Born with a malformed uterus that made pregnancy an impossibility. That’s why she’d refused Steve the first time he proposed to her – on her eighteenth birthday – because she’d known how much he wanted children, and knew she couldn’t give him any. That’s why she’d never dated anyone else. It had hurt like hell to give up Steve; taken a long while to get over him. By the time she had, ironic Fate had stepped in, giving him back to her along with the children that she’d always wanted, too. Then she really couldn’t date. She’d felt bad enough refusing his second poignant proposal without flaunting other men in his face.
But explaining all that to Tyler wouldn’t help anything. And it was none of his damn business anyway. In a last-ditch effort to regain control, Molly said what she wished was the truth instead.
“You don’t need it because you’re not putting that…that monster anywhere near me. I want out of here. I’m leaving. This meeting has gone as far as it’s going to go.”
“Monster?” His black brows rose higher, and his lips twitched, like laughter was on the way. “I don’t think it’s ever been called a ‘monster’ before, but I’ll take it as a compliment.” The laughter erupted in a throaty chuckle as he sank forward again, pressing her into the bed. “Don’t let the size intimidate you, baby. I promise, I haven’t killed anyone with it yet.”
A comedian, he wasn’t. She opened her mouth to tell him so, but a hard kiss ground down, cutting off speech. His right hand re-secured her wrists over her head while his left started
“But, just for the record, I keep condoms everywhere. I used to be a boy scout.” He said it innocently, then quoted with an anything-but-innocent grin, “Always be prepared.”
Very funny.
Her gaze slanted to her halter-top crumpled nearby like a discarded dishrag. “Yeah, I noticed you’re good with knots.”
“Is that an invitation for me to tie you up?” Tyler’s grin waxed wicked.
Molly almost swallowed her tongue.
“No!” She tried to sound like she meant it, but it was difficult with the visions that suddenly flooded her head. Visions she shouldn’t be having, that shouldn’t excite her. And did. Visions of herself bound and totally at his mercy while he wrecked red-hot havoc on her with mouth and hands and—
Quickly, with an ease that showed he’d had lots of practice, Tyler thumbed out the small rolled circle and flicked its wrapper aside while Molly did her best not to stare. And failed. The circle really wasn’t that small. “Extra large” was the term that came to mind. “Huge” was what it needed to cover – but perhaps they didn’t make condoms that big. She watched in horrified fascination as, still holding her wrists with one hand, he pushed off her just enough to sheath himself with the other hand.
“You don’t need to do that.” She didn’t realize she’d voiced the thought aloud till she heard her own whisper, hoarse and tense.
His eyebrows quirked up. “You don’t believe in safe sex?”
Hah. Coming from him, “safe sex” was a contradiction in terms. With Tyler James nothing was safe , and she hoped the dirty look she gave him delivered that message.
If it did, he didn’t seem to care. The man’s attitude was almost too blasé. Of course, he had the experience to back it up.
“Mind you, I appreciate the vote of confidence,” Tyler continued. “And you can rest assured it’s well placed. I’m always careful, and I’m always clean…so to speak. I’d like to give you the benefit of the doubt in that regard, too. But even ignoring the hygiene issues, there are other concerns, right? Maybe you’re trying to inform me you’re on the pill?”
No, just sterile.
Born with a malformed uterus that made pregnancy an impossibility. That’s why she’d refused Steve the first time he proposed to her – on her eighteenth birthday – because she’d known how much he wanted children, and knew she couldn’t give him any. That’s why she’d never dated anyone else. It had hurt like hell to give up Steve; taken a long while to get over him. By the time she had, ironic Fate had stepped in, giving him back to her along with the children that she’d always wanted, too. Then she really couldn’t date. She’d felt bad enough refusing his second poignant proposal without flaunting other men in his face.
But explaining all that to Tyler wouldn’t help anything. And it was none of his damn business anyway. In a last-ditch effort to regain control, Molly said what she wished was the truth instead.
“You don’t need it because you’re not putting that…that monster anywhere near me. I want out of here. I’m leaving. This meeting has gone as far as it’s going to go.”
“Monster?” His black brows rose higher, and his lips twitched, like laughter was on the way. “I don’t think it’s ever been called a ‘monster’ before, but I’ll take it as a compliment.” The laughter erupted in a throaty chuckle as he sank forward again, pressing her into the bed. “Don’t let the size intimidate you, baby. I promise, I haven’t killed anyone with it yet.”
A comedian, he wasn’t. She opened her mouth to tell him so, but a hard kiss ground down, cutting off speech. His right hand re-secured her wrists over her head while his left started
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