“Just don’t touch. Seriously, I’m on a fucking hair trigger.” Prying his rock-hard erection off his stomach, he forced it upright. “The rest of the scene continues around to the front. You can see a small image of Mt. Fuji there”—he pointed—“and another boat cresting a wave.” When she leaned in to look, he grabbed her shoulders, rolled her under him, and smoothly settled between her legs. “End of art lecture, pussycat. Let’s see if we fit.”
The head of his dick slipped past her slick folds.
“Hey, hey, hey!” Jamming her hands hard against his chest, she vehemently shook her head. “You need a condom. Those are the rules.”
Feverish desire glowed flame hot in her eyes. He could change her mind. And largely immune to reason with the head of his dick engulfed in her soft warmth, when all he had to do was push and he’d be where he’d wanted to be since he’d first laid eyes on her, he was indefensibly reckless. “I have a doctor on staff, I’m superclean, and I’m this close to losing it. So I’m willing to take a chance with you.”
“Are you fucking crazy?” she screamed in a voice that would shatter glass.
His body went rigid. “Probably, yeah. Ever since I met you.” Then he rolled off her because his ears were ringing, he was seriously pissed, and losing control wasn’t an option if he ever wanted to fuck her—like, nonviolently. “You’re totally screwing up my life, you know,” he growled, turning his head and glowering at her. “Make up your fucking mind. Do you want it or don’t you?”
“Well, for sure I don’t want you screwing up my life because you can’t use a condom!” Coming up on one elbow, she slammed her fist into his arm. “What the hell were you thinking!”
“Fucking tone it down,” he muttered. “My hearing’s just fine. They can hear you in the main house for Christ’s sake.”
“Ask me if I give a shit,” she snapped, rising to her knees in a surge of fury, her eyes butane blue. “Now where the hell are your condoms? I’ll get them, I’ll put one on you, we’ll both get off, then we’ll repeat the fun and games until you want to stop. No one has to take a chance with anyone. That’s how it’s done in the real world, asshole.”
“Screw you. Maybe I don’t want to now. Maybe my libido took a hike.” He laced his hands behind his head, stretched out his large, muscled frame like the king of the jungle settling in for a nap, and insolently smiled. “Now what are you going to do?”
She gave a little nod. “It doesn’t look like your dick got the memo.” In a flash, she ran her fingertips up his erection from base to swollen crest.
Slapping her hand away, he sucked in a breath as his dick pulsed and twitched. “Christ,” he breathed, “I hope you know what you’re doing.” A smoldering heat darkened the gold of his eyes. “I don’t have very good manners, sometimes none at all.”
She shrugged off his threat. “I’m not looking for manners. Just a condom. I’ll even do all the work.” She jabbed a finger at his engorged cock. “As long as you bring that to the party. So where are your condoms?”
He groaned. “I wish I could kick you out. Seriously, I would if I could. This is all so fucked up.”
“But it’s awesome too, don’t forget. And so rare”—another little lift of her shoulder—“we’d be stupid to walk away.”
“Or smart.”
She looked at him with a trace of a smile. “Don’t you ever take a chance, go for broke, just wing it?”
“I was going to and you wouldn’t let me,” he pointed out, his eyes locked on hers.
“That’s because my brain is still working. And that’s not what I meant. I meant go for broke like”—she gave him a wicked wink—“with your feelings.”
“I don’t do feelings. I prefer zero emotion, no drama.”
“How do you ever have fun?”
He laughed. “I thought I was having fun until you walked in the door.”
“Seriously, with someone like Sylvie Fermetti?”
He lifted an eyebrow. “Orgasms register as fun in my world.”
“But ours will be better.”
“Maybe they won’t be. I’m just saying.”
“Okay, I’m done talking. You’re not cooperating.” She jumped off the bed. “Now, come on, where are your condoms?”
“I don’t have any here. I sleep alone.”
She spun around, her smile pure sunshine. “See. What did I say? It’s gonna be a whole lot better—guaranteed. So can we call a drugstore and get a delivery?”