Page 39 of Brutal Sin
“Are we doing this or what?” She shoved at her shorts, letting them fall to her feet, then climbed onto the bed. “Hurry up. The clock is ticking.”
“Not yet, it isn’t. We still have the finer details to sort out.” He grabbed her ankle and tugged, dragging her toward him. “I’ve got a ten-minute deadline in this wager. All you need to do is tell me what you want tobet.”
She scowled, trying to determine how to dent his arrogance. Their egos were on entirely different playing fields. He was in the pros. She was warming the bench in adolescent D-grade. “If you lose, you spend the night.”
No denting occurred. His expression didn’t falter.
“In my bed,” she continued, hoping to inspire panic. “Like a man who doesn’t have a million commitment issues.”
The anticipated revulsion didn’t reach his features. She hadn’t even laid a finger on his bravado.
“Deal.”
Was he kidding? Where the hell did his confidence comefrom?
“And if I win,” he purred, “you need to admit, in graphic detail, how my prowess is unlike any other.”
“I didn’t think you were the type for accolades.”
“For you, I’ll make an exception.” He tugged her closer and let her legs fall over the edge of the mattress.
She clenched her teeth, hating how he’d already made her wet. Her body didn’t comply at all. The men she’d wanted to succumb to had no effect, and the one man she didn’t want anything to do with was like a sexual healer. Her very own Marvin Gaye. Or was she Marvin in this situation?
Shit.
She couldn’t think through the lustfog.
“Any other rules before I start?”
“Yes. I don’t kiss on the mouth.” She’d had the same stipulation since Lucas died. She didn’t want that connection from someone able to walk out the door without a backward glance. The next man she kissed would care for her. He’d cherish the ground she walkedon.
“No problem.” He splayed a hand over her upper thigh, his thumb pressing temptingly close to her pussy. “Only touch.”
“Good.” Her voice croaked.
“Anythingelse?”
She shook herhead.
“Anal? Oral? Foreign objects?” He raised a brow. “Pain? Submission?”
“Now you’re just teasing,” she murmured. “I’d be surprised if you had time for even one of those in the ten minutes you’ve allocated.”
He snickered, the sound sinister. “Maybe that can be a wager for anotherday.”
Strong fingers gripped the waistband of her panties and tugged. With bold finesse, he exposed the trim strip of curls above her entirely bare pussy and dropped the material to the floor. For long seconds, he stared at her. At that part of her, his nostrils flaring, his jaw ticking.
This could be where she gained the upperhand.
She inched back, lying down against the covers, and slowly spread her thighs.
His visual admiration turned to humor, his lips lifting as if he knew hergame.
Damn it. How was he so good atthis?
“It looks like it’s time to start.” He glanced at her bedside clock. “It’s eight fifty-three.”
“Eight fifty-three.” She swallowed over the desire clogging her throat.
