“What? I’m just speaking the truth. Would you date a man who can’t give you security?” he asked.
He scooted down on the bed, tugging her down too before she was able to stop him, and then he lay there with his face only inches from hers. Her breath caught as he began caressing her arm.
“Yes, I would, Ashton. A man’s net worth would have nothing to do with whether I was with him or not. I would only date a man if I had feelings for him and if he had the same feelings for me.”
“Gotcha,” he said with a wicked grin.
“What do you mean by that?” A shudder racked her enticing body.
“You have feelings for me,” he told her.
“I do not,” she spluttered. “And this is hardly a date, unless you want to call it a date which will live in infamy.”
“I’m that memorable, am I? I can’t claim to be one of the greatest generation, but I can be the greatest. Want me to prove that?”
“This is getting worse and worse.”
“Are you going to lie to me, Savvy, and tell me you feel nothing when I brush my fingers against your skin?”
“Where do you get your dialogue? From cheesy romances?” she snapped. “Anyway, that’s hormones, Ashton. Nothing more.”
“And many a good relationship has started and endured because of hormones, Savvy.”
“That’s not the type of relationship I want,” she informed him sternly.
“Liar.”
“I’m not lying,” she replied. “I don’t do relationships based on sex.”
“So you’ve never had sex?”
“I didn’t say that!” She sounded very frustrated.
“So you’ve had lots of sex?” Why he kept pushing her buttons, he didn’t know.
“That’s really none of your business, Ashton, and even if I cared to share that kind of information with you, I certainly wouldn’t do it … especially not here.”
“Why not? I consider the bed a perfect place to share all our sexual secrets,” he said, his body hardening more and more as he continued to caress her arm, his fingers getting perilously close to the swell of her breast.
“And I already told you that I have no desire to say anything about any sexual activities in my past.”
“So you’ve had a lot,” he said.
Surprisingly, he wasn’t too happy about this, which made zero sense. What did he care how many partners she’d been with? He’d had more than his share, and no one was judging him — not that he knew of, at least.
“I’ll say this one last time. I’m not speaking to you about who I have or have not slept with.”
He couldn’t read her, and that was strange. He could normally read everyone.
“Interesting,” he said. No, it was hardly an original thing to say. But he had to fight to keep his tone even when he suddenly started imagining another man touching her body, making her cry out in ecstasy.
“This conversation has beyond gone in a direction I don’t want it to,” she told him, “and I’d like it to stop.”
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He tugged her against him and sighed with pleasure. Her breasts were finally pressed against him and he couldn’t help but enjoy it as her nipples jutted out against his naked chest. Yup. She was definitely turned on.
“There’s no stopping now,” he said.
“Oh. So you’re one of those guys who thinks ‘no’ means ‘yes.’ Just a prince of a guy. In any case, I need to use the restroom. I’d appreciate it if you left now.”
Dammit! Now he had to stop. Because, no, he wasn’t that guy.
With a reluctant sigh, he rose from the bed, but he turned toward her so she had no choice but to notice the bulge in his pants, the bulge she’d caused. Okay, so he’d had a part in that too.
“I’ll give you your privacy, Savvy,” he said. “For now,” he added before swaggering to the door and making his exit.
Leaning against the wall right outside, he took a deep breath and tried to remind himself that he was only playing with this woman. He didn’t want long-term commitments, at least not with her.
If he wasn’t going to get sex from her, then there was no more use in pursuing her, right? Right! That meant this game was over.
Damn right it was over. He was going to go back to the fiancée who was perfect for him. That would be the smart thing to do. So that’s what he would do. If only he actually believed it himself.
Chapter Twelve
Savannah took a shower and brushed her teeth, which was no easy feat, because her body was a boatload of nerves. What had been going on just a few short minutes ago? Why had Ashton been in her bed? And why hadn’t she tried harder to kick him out of it?