Free Winter Kisses by A.C. Arthur Page B

uncomfortable, that his words had touched her in any way. Otherwise, she was the ever-cool, ever-composed woman he’d met before. The one he now knew was a fake.
    â€œI don’t owe you any explanations.”
    â€œYou don’t? After last night you can really say that with a straight face?”
    â€œLook,” she said, her patience obviously slipping. “We’re consenting adults. We had sex. So what? Get over it.”
    To say her words stung didn’t quite explain it. Alex dragged a hand down his face and decided to take another approach. “Okay, I can get over sex. I’m a guy, after all. But not all sex results in pleasure. There was pleasure last night, wasn’t there, Monica?”
    She turned from him, putting the mug down on thecounter. “I’m not going to keep going over this. We really need to get another room,” she said then tried to move past him in a hurry.
    He grabbed her around the waist, pulled her so that her backside was to his front. And there was no question that in this position Alex was going to take full advantage of her and the unstable mood she seemed to be in. With his mouth close to her ear, he whispered, “You liked when I touched you here, didn’t you?”
    His palms moved from her waist to her breasts, squeezing the plumpness in his palms.
    She sighed. “Physical reaction is easy, Alex. It doesn’t mean anything.”
    â€œAnd you liked when I touched you here.” One hand moved down, sliding past her belt buckle, down the zipper of her slacks to cup her center.
    A hiss escaped her this time but she didn’t move, didn’t make any attempt to escape his grasp.
    â€œAgain, physical.”
    â€œBut I touched you here, too,” Alex whispered, his lips kissing her temple. “You were thinking about me touching you long before I actually did. You were dreaming about my hands on your breasts, between your legs. You wanted me even while you slept.”
    She could lie. But that wasn’t her nature. She could avoid, which she was perfectly used to doing. But, Monica admitted to herself, she wasn’t going to. Just because Alex thought he knew things about her, and actually did seem to hit some things dead-on, didn’t mean she had to give in to him completely. It was obvious that he wanted this physical relationship between them. It was simple enough, she surmised. Anything else would be too complicated, too difficult for her toeven consider. But this—the feel of his hands on her, his lips on her, the shimmer of heat that moved throughout her body when he talked to her in this tone—she could enjoy this.
    â€œI don’t doubt there’s a physical attraction between us. I wanted you and you wanted me.”
    â€œDo you want me now?” he asked, nipping her earlobe. “When you woke up this morning did you wish I was still lying there next to you? Did you want me to come inside you again? Tell me, Monica. Tell me you still want me.”
    Again, lying would be futile. She did want him. Again. And why shouldn’t she have him? There was no real issue stopping them from having sex, as long as that’s all they did.
    â€œYes,” she answered finally and let her body melt back into his.
    He startled her with his next move. Turning her so fast she literally felt as if the room was spinning and lifting her up off the floor. She gasped when he set her on the countertop they’d just been leaning again.
    â€œWhat—” She opened her mouth to speak but he moved faster.
    His lips barely touched hers as his tongue took full advantage, reaching inside to meet hers in a heated duel that made her center pulsate.
    â€œDon’t talk,” he said, dragging his lips from hers, his teeth raking over her cheek, across her jaw. “Just feel.”
    Oh, she was feeling, all right. Feeling dizzy, aroused, hot, anxious and a bunch of other words that were lost to her right now.