“I intend to be.”
“No offense, but it’s not the same thing. Isn’t celibacy your normal state of affairs?”
She threw the paper towels in the trash with more force than he considered necessary. “Isn’t this something we should have clarified before we got married? It’s not too late for an annulment.”
“Then we’d be right back where we were. Only worse. I would embarrass my father with one of the briefest marriages on record. And you’d have tallied up a second relationship failure within six months.” He crossed his arms over his chest.
She mirrored his pose. “So what do you suggest?”
He knew what he’d like to suggest but he doubted she’d be willing to grant him conjugal rights. It would take some serious finessing to get her to that point. But he didn’t doubt that he could get her there. A week ago if someone had told him that she would marry him, he would have laughed in their face. But she had. Not out of love, but that didn’t matter. She was his. If he could make her his wife, a major miracle, getting her into his bed would be child’s play.
“We play it by ear,” he said as casually as he could.
She laughed. “Are you thinking there’s going to be a time when I’m going to want to sleep with you?”#p#分页标题#e#
He shrugged. “I don’t think you find me repellant.”
Ariadne’s mouth twisted. “But as you’ve pointed out, celibacy is the normal state of affairs for me.”
He studied her from beneath lowered lashes. “But it doesn’t have to be.”
“I can’t,” she said so quickly that he knew that she had her reasons.
He wanted to probe but he had time. He didn’t want her to think he was anxious. Though he was so primed, he was ready to toss her over his shoulder and carry her off to his bed this instant. “The offer is out there and available any time you want.” Her gaze moved over him much as his had moved over her. Her slow perusal made his body burn. Her brown eyes darkened and smoldered with heat. His dick hardened so fast it was a wonder he didn’t get lightheaded from the sudden redirection of blood flow. He took a step forward without even realizing it.
“I’m starving!” Ted made a beeline for the muffins. He grabbed one in each hand, biting into one before he seemed to take notice of the tension in the room. “Am I interrupting something?” he mumbled around a mouth full of food.
***
Ariadne rolled onto her side. Minutes later, she turned onto her stomach. Her mind was so full of thoughts that her head was beginning to ache. She was questioning her decision to marry Asher. Maybe she hadn’t considered Erika’s feelings long enough? Had she underestimated the strength of her crush? Or had she been selfish and taken the easiest route, dismissing her concerns about Erika because it conflicted with her needs?
And then there was Asher. For a second, she’d been tempted to accept his offer of sex. Which was crazy! The man had been an annoyance to her almost since the moment she met him. Even as a teen, he’d been a privileged, arrogant, irritating man slut. Drama seemed to follow wherever he led. He was constantly getting into trouble. He smoked. He always had a different girl hanging on his arm. Simply put, he was a bad boy. And she wasn’t the clichéd good girl looking for a bad boy.
Her opinion of him hadn’t changed much over the years, but then, she’d actively avoided him. This past week was the first time she’d spent more than a few minutes in his company since high school.
She was still struggling to fall asleep a half an hour later when a knock sounded at her door. She was almost relieved for the interruption. She sat up in bed. Before she could ask them to enter, the door opened and she knew it was Ash even before she saw his dark head pop around the frame. She’d thought it might be Erika, but then she would have waited to be invited.
Arranging the sheet so that it covered her collar bone, Ariadne drew her knees up to her chin and wrapped her arms around them. She wore a thin white tank top with no bra and pair of shorts. Given Asher’s tendency to turn her on with a laugh, she thought it best to conceal her breasts.
“Can I come in?”
She rolled her eyes. “Aren’t you already in?”
He shrugged bare shoulders and closed the door behind himself. He wore jeans that hung low on his lean hips and nothing else. She hoped he wasn’t here to offer himself up on some sort of sex platter again.
Ash sat on the end of her bed and drew the ankle of one leg beneath the knee of the other. “We should discuss where we go from here. Naturally, we both need to return home, but it would be best that I move in with you as soon as possible. It will seem strange if I don’t.”