“Yeah.” I nod. “Um, so I was thinking about how we should…” I swallow, shut my eyes and fill my tight lungs again. “Proceed.”
He watches me, one eyebrow up. “With the…”
Don’t say insemination. Don’t say insemination.
“…main event?” He’s smirking now, which is worlds better than all the seriousness.
“Right,” I release with relief. “That.”
“What do you need?”
I blink. “Need?”
“Yeah.” His dark eyes flick over my body. “To get ready.”
“Oh. Um…well, I, uh closed the curtains.”
When he turns to take in the windows, the muscles in his neck shift, stretching the dark lines of ink and underlining just how hefty his frame is. I’ve never been with someone this powerfully built.
It’s intimidating as it occurs to me, for the first time, that I’ll have that—him—between my thighs. His bulk, his heat, his human scent.
Panic races through me like a chill wind.
“I’d rather do it in the dark,” I squeak. “If you don’t mind.”
He barks out a surprised laugh. “You’re kidding me.”
“No.”
With a sigh, he shakes his head, runs a hand through his short hair and then looks at me. “Fine. What else?”
“No touching at all.”
“I remember.” His smile’s devoid of humor. “It’s in the contract.”
“Clothes on.”
His dark brows lift, giving him a sardonic air. “Gonna be a little tough, isn’t it?”
“I can…” I gulp. I’m not a prude. Why is it so hard for me to discuss this like an adult who has actually had sex in her life? “I’m in a dress, so that’s easy. And you can unzip.”
“You commando under there?”
My face goes hot. “Yeah.”
When his only response is another perusal of my very much covered body and a muttered,Christ, I get the distinct impression that this man is perfectly up to the task of impregnating me without removing a single item of clothing. Hell, just the way he looks at me feels potent enough. I swear my ovaries are revving up in preparation.
“What else?” he asks, voice tight, jaw rigid.
“Um. Once it’s, uh, done. You can just…head out. If that’s okay.”
“Sure. Your show. Your call.”
Why does that easy acquiescence make me almost angry?
Maybe it’s just a man thing. They just want to fuck so bad, they don’t much care for how it happens.
Right. That’s probably it.Men.
