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“There’s water in the shower.” Not that I was anywhere near ready for his brand of ungentlemanly behavior again yet.
“Yes, plenty of water in the shower.” He pulled out slowly, making me flinch.Walking is going to suck tomorrow.He ran his hands down to my hips and caressed my thighs. “Hot water is also good for sore muscles.”
“Yeah, about that . . . I might need slow and steady for our next pace.”
He grinned. “I can do that.”
24
No Terms, No Promises
Hot lips against my neck stirred me from a dream that melted into reality as Evan’s insistent erection pressed into my backside. I moaned against him and allowed him to roll me onto my back. His leg slid between mine, hot against my bare skin, as his groin met my hip.
Well, good morning to you, too. My tongue danced lazily with his as my hands explored his muscular back. His body was one I could explore for months on end and never grow bored. My deep-seated attraction concerned and thrilled me. He gave me pleasure I never knew existed and opened my eyes to a whole new world of emotion.
Sex with Evan was better than I anticipated.He didn’t demand control, didn’t finish before I could get halfway there, and he didn’t ignore my body’s cues. His attentive strokes and knowing licks were those of a lover who knew his partner. He treated me as an equal in bed and wasn’t satisfied unless we were both pleased. I loved it and hated it. How could any other man compete with that?
He eased up onto his elbows, his eyes intent on mine as we both caught our breath. The man knew how to deliver a good-morning kiss; that was for damn sure. “Mmm, I wish we could do this all day.”
“We could,” I murmured. “Let the show catch us and cause a big scandal and then send everyone home. Paul would love it.” I was only half joking.
His lips brushed my ear. “Only one problem with that, sweetheart.”
“Yeah?” I swallowed as he placed an open-mouthed kiss against my neck. “And what’s that?”
“I care too much about you to risk your integrity like that.” He nibbled my earlobe, making me shiver. “I could never hurt you in that way, Sarah.”
“I don’t know how to interpret that.” Things between us were too complicated for a label. There was no term for a man dating and kissing other women as a charade while secretly fucking one of them behind closed doors. He wasn’t cheating because we weren’t dating, but last night took our relationship to a new level with unknown consequences and feelings.
“The show complicates things.” His lips were on my throat, kissing a path to my collarbone. “I’m not one for relationships, but I’m tempted with you. I like you more than I should.” He moved lower, taking the sheet with him to reveal my breasts. “I’m nowhere near done seeing where this goes. No terms. No promises. Can you handle that, Sarah?”
“How far does it go on camera?” I hadn’t seen him do anything beyond kissing, but I usually looked away before it could go any further. “With the other girls, I mean.”
He pulled my nipple into his mouth, tugging almost painfully. I shivered beneath him, my fingers winding in his hair on instinct. We were talking about him making out with other women, and I was still melting for him.Seriously fucked up.
“Kissing with light petting is as far as I’ve let it go, but the only one I want to kiss is you, Sarah. There’s a difference between the two.”
Maybe, but his kissing other women made me ill regardless of his intent or desire to do so. “Will the show demand more over the next few weeks?”
“Yes, but I reserve the right to refuse.” He rested his chin between my breasts and stared up at me. “Do you want me to refuse them, Sarah? To be exclusive to you?”
“That would qualify as a term, and your fulfilling it would be a promise.”
“True, but can you admit that you want me to be exclusive?”
“I shouldn’t have to, Evan. You already know I do.”
His dimples made a brief appearance. “You’ve never acknowledged it out loud.”
“Because it’s futile when you’re dating all these other women. To request it is unfair, even if it’s what I want.”
He studied me, those dark eyes intelligent and perceptive. “I have no desire to bed anyone from the show other than you. There will be a time when Paul will want me to at the very least pretend to take one or two of you to bed, and I will do it only to appease him and make this look real, but you have my word that you will be the only woman I truly take to bed. I might kiss them and fondle them as directed, but it holds no enticement over me. Not compared to you.”
“That sounded suspiciously like a promise, Evan.”
“Yes, but carefully worded as truth instead.” His grin was short-lived. “I know this is complicated, and all I can give you are my words, Sarah. You know where I stand on marriage and why, so I can’t promise you forever, but I can give you all of me now for as long as you’ll have me.”
“How did this become such a serious conversation?” We were doing so well last night, enjoying the moment and forgetting all about the show and our inevitable end. “I want to hide under the bed.”
