The corner of his mouth tilted up. “Are we going to fight about whether or not we should have sex?”
My eyes wandered down to his bare torso, taking in the olive skin stretched taut over his muscles. It was obvious that he took care of his body, but he wasn’t jacked in a way that told me he spent hours at the gym. “Maybe,” I muttered.
He laughed and lifted a hand to cup my cheek, which brought my eyes back up to his. “Chelsea, I would like nothing better than to fuck you until you came for me again, but that isn’t all I’m interested in. I don’t want this to be purely physical.”
“Who says it has to be purely physical if we have sex today?”
Landen shook his head. “No one, but I’m pretty damn sure that I won’t be able to keep my hands off you if we do this now. And I want to get to know how that devious mind of yours works. So as much as it pains me to say this, I think we should wait.”
“For how long?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.
“A little while.”
“Seriously, that’s not an answer. Give me a timetable here.”
He laughed again and lifted me off his lap as he stood. I straightened my shaky legs and tried not to stare openly at his body. “I don’t know, you’re a complicated woman. It could take weeks, even months for me to figure out what makes you tick.”
I gaped at him. “You want to waitmonths?” There was no way I would be able to do that. I’d probably end up tying him to my bed before then. If today’s orgasm was anything to go by, I would likely pass out the first time we had sex.
He smiled. “Maybe.”
“No. Nope. Not happening,” I stated, shaking my head. “I’ll give you a week.”
His grin grew wider and took on an evil edge. “Three.”
“Two and that’s my final offer,” I retorted, crossing my arms over my chest to hide the fact that my nipples were once again hard. Jesus, how could arguing with this man be such a turn on? And about when we would have sex, of all things.
“Fine,” he relented. “Two weeks. We’ll go to dinner and spend time together between now and then, but no more shoving your tits in my face. I’m not that kind of guy.”
I gasped and, without thinking, slapped his arm lightly. “I did no such thing. You’re the one who started that.”
His eyes drifted down to my chest and I knew that he could tell my nipples were hard. “Well, next time, I won’t.”
“Is that a challenge?” I asked.
Landen’s eyes shot to mine and sparkled with mischief and lust. “Now,thatcould be interesting.”
I smiled and I knew that it was sly by the way his expression became guarded. “You know what? That could be interesting. I bet I could break your precious control before the two weeks are up,” I taunted. I had no idea why the words were flying out of my mouth.
Okay, so yes I did. I was horny and desperate. Plus, I really,reallyliked the idea of being able to shatter Landen’s control. I was twisted like that.
His eyes narrowed as he looked down at me. “What are the terms?”
“If I win, I get to be in charge the first time.”
“And if I win?”
I waved a hand. “Tell me what you want.”
He stepped closer, lowering his head until his face was scant inches from mine. “If I win, then you have to give me total control. I choose the time, the place, and the how.”
I suppressed the shiver that his low words evoked. “Are we talking whips and chains here?” I asked, suddenly very nervous.
He shook his head. “No, but there might be some light bondage involved.”
I swallowed hard. I’d never trusted a man enough to let him tie me up, but my mind created a clear mental image of Landen doing just that. And a hot flash took control of my body as I entertained the thought.
“Fine. You have a deal.”
I stuck my hand out and he stared down at it for a long moment. Then he took it firmly in his and yanked me against his body. His lips met mine in a short, hard kiss.
My nervousness returned when I saw that unholy gleam return to his blue eyes and he said, “This is going to be fun.”
