“No. Not this time.”
He kissed Lindsay again, testing the waters. She groaned and bucked her hips against him.
Well, far be it for him to deprive her of what she wanted.
The couch was a problem, though. He made a mental note to invest in a bigger couch in the near future. Then he slid off, stood, and scooped her up in his arms.
He carried her into the bedroom, and she laughed as she threw her arms around his neck. He laid her gently on the bed and went about stripping off the rest of his clothes. She peeled off her own clothes. She looked like she’d come from working in the office, wearing a pretty pink blouse tucked into a black pencil skirt that showed off the shape of her body, but the relative sexiness and professionalism of her clothes stopped mattering the moment they hit the floor.
He slid on the bed beside her naked body. He ran a hand from her neck, over her collarbone, to her breast. He cupped her flesh and pinched her nipple. She hissed in response.
“So here we are again,” he said.
“This is not because you saved my job.”
“I know.”
“It’s because I want to do this.”
“Uh-huh.” Brad tried to put something wry in his smile, but he believed her.
“We do this part pretty well.”
“I recall saying as much a few weeks ago.”
She rolled her eyes and reached for his nightstand drawer. She pulled out a condom and handed it to him. “Don’t look so smug.”
“Smug? I would never.”
“Brad?”
“Lindsay?”
“Be with me tonight.”
Brad groaned and kissed her neck. “Happily.”
Her body was doing a number on him. Her creamy skin contrasted with her dark hair, her pink nipples, the rise and fall of her curves, all of it beautiful and arousing. His own body felt electrically charged, and he longed to sink into her. So he was distracted and hardly heard her. But somewhere in his mind, he registered what she’d just said.
“Okay,” he said.
“Okay?”
He tried to focus on her face and not the growing need within him, although he couldn’t seem to stop his hands from stroking her body. “We’re not getting back together. Yet.”
“Yet?”
“Once we finish with this, my intention is to convince you that we should be together. If not for the hot sex, then because we like each other.”
“What makes you so sure of that?”
“I like you. You are currently naked in my bed, so either you just think I’m dead sexy or you like me, too.”
“More the first one.”
“Uh-huh.” This time he didn’t believe her.
But the longer they lay there, the more his body cried out for him to move against her. He rolled on the condom, tossed the wrapper over his shoulder, and then grabbed Lindsay. He rolled them both so that she was on top, and she fell forward onto his chest with a laugh.
