One look from him and her body paid attention despite her mind reveling in the fastest, hardest orgasm of her life.Again?
He lowered himself to his elbows. "Together now."
As if she were used to him dictating her every move, she held on to him. "I-I don't know if I can."
"Let me worry about that," he murmured against her lips, moving against her.
Embers heated to burning flames, and she gave him back everything he gave to her. Fast, hot, and heavy. She wrapped her arms around his neck, straining for what she knew was again within her reach.
Then he growled, and she swallowed the sound. Her orgasm swept her away as he plunged inside of her and held himself still. His cock pulsed. His pelvis pumped. His groan deepened.
She ran her hands over his shoulders, wishing he'd taken off his clothes. But even the material couldn't hide the tremors of his climax rocking his body.
He put his lips on her ear. "If you're seeing anyone else, it stops now."
"We had sex. That's all," she whispered. "You can't say that."
"I can, and I did." He slipped out of her, rolling off the bed, and stood. "Where's the bathroom?"
She pointed to the door. He walked out of the room, and she mustered all her strength to curl into a ball.
He was delusional, sweeping into her life and turning it upside down. They got caught in the moment. He was sexy. She was angry. He was pushy—
She sat straight up. The asshole had lied.
He hadn't come after her because he was attracted to her. He wanted the shelter, not her.
She stood and grabbed one of her oversized T-shirts out of the drawer and pulled it over her head. He'd probably try to use the fact that they had sex against her to get her shelter. She closed her eyes and groaned. Damnit.
She played right into his hands.
Serge walked into the room. Sick inside, she turned away from him. He hadn't even removed his clothes, and she'd spread her legs like the whore he believed she was. She wasn't for sale. For any price.
Hadn't she learned her lesson with old man Harrington? While he hadn't gone as far as trying to seduce her, he had frightened her and nearly caused her to withdraw her bid on the old gymnasium because of his threats.
He wrapped his arms around her from behind and nuzzled her neck. "Turn around."
She shook her head. He propelled her around to face him. She pushed away from his hands. "I have an early morning. I'll walk you to the door."
"What's going on?" His low, cautious voice angered her.
How could he not know? He was the one who brought up the idea that he'd pay her expenses for a year, two years, if she slept with him.
She had no plans to let that happen. The shelter belonged to her. She would succeed at keeping the doors open on her own.
"Nothing." She shrugged, walking around him. "I'm beat. I had a long day, and then I went out with you and now—she fluttered her hand toward the bed—this."
"This?" He followed her out to the living room. "You mean when I fucked you and you came twice?"
"Yes, you don't have to remind me." She swallowed. "I was there."
"Then tell me why you're in a hurry to get rid of me." He removed her hand from the doorknob. "I don't make it a habit to sleep with every woman I meet. I also don't make promises I don't plan to keep."
"I'm not interested in your money." She crossed her arms. "I'm not interested in being partners. The shelter belongs to me. I don't need any help." She raised her chin. "Is that perfectly clear?"
The five o'clock shadow only made the chiseled planes of his jaw stand out when his lips thinned. Leaning down, he stopped inches from her face. She used all her strength to square her shoulders under his intimidating size.
"Tomorrow night, I'll ring your doorbell. You're going to answer," he said. "Then we're going out. Together."
