KRISTI GOLD - The Law of Attraction

Exactly what he needed to hear to continue. With the last scrap of coherent thought he told her, “I want to see your face.”

He rolled to his back, settled her on top of him and guided himself inside her. His breath hissed out through his gritted teeth and hers caught in a gasp. She leaned down and teased his lips with her tongue, splayed her hands across his chest to explore but failed to move, as if trying to prove she was in control. In many ways, she was.

Daniel had no problem with that. He’d never been territorial when it came to sex. But then, he’d never been with a woman quite like her. With her ruffled red curls spiraling down her shoulders and her blue eyes glazed, she looked like a mixture of fire and ice. She made him hot, made him sweat, made him mutter a curse that made her smile.

“What do you want me to do, Daniel?” she asked, her voice as sultry as her expression.

He palmed her breasts with both hands. “Whatever you feel like doing. I’m at your mercy.” And he was.

She lifted up, then moved back down his shaft with agonizing slowness. “Am I doing your fantasy justice?”

“Oh, yeah.” Even those two words took a lot of effort when she began to quicken the pace.

Alisha Hart might look like the wholesome girl next door, but it wasn’t long before he discovered she made love like a wild woman. She rode him hard and fast, taking him to the limit of his sanity. She raked her nails down his shoulders as he drove into her, touching her without restraint until he felt the grip of her orgasm.

Too soon, he thought when he moved past the point of no return. Too soon and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. With one more upward thrust, hard and deep, he came with a vicious shudder that ran the length of his entire body.

She collapsed against him, their harsh, broken breathing the only sound echoing in the room, their skin slick and damp where they touched. He slid his hands down her back and over the rise of her butt, then back up again, while he kissed the side of her neck, working his way back to her lips.

Alisha Hart was potent poison, deceptive in that she covered her inherent sexuality with a confident, cool exterior. Any man lucky enough to experience all that enthusiasm was probably a goner, and that included him.

Following a sigh, she lifted her head and looked toward the window. “I think the fireworks have ended.”

As far as Daniel Fortune was concerned, they had only begun.

For long, listless moments they remained in the same position, Alisha lying atop Daniel with her cheek resting against his heart. She was too exhausted to move, although she had no desire to do so. However, she also had no idea what had gotten into her. Oh, yes, she did. Daniel Fortune had gotten into her, and she’d willingly let him. More importantly, she’d completely let go—something that was quite out of character for her, at least with a man she barely knew. Oh, wait. She’d never been with a man she barely knew, and that was why none of this made much sense. Yet she had no real qualms at all, only the sense that she could get used to more of this, and that wasn’t even something she dared to consider. This one instance of absolute bliss would be all she’d expect to experience with him after tonight. Otherwise, she’d be setting herself up for a major fall.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, intruding into her thoughts.

“You could use more color in this room.”

He tugged her head up and forced her to look at him. “I’m not buying that, because after what just happened I doubt my decor is on your mind.”

“Okay. I was thinking about our carelessness.”

“I know. It’s not like me to forgo a condom.”

It wasn’t like her either. “I’m personally disease-free and on the pill.”

She felt him immediately relax. “Then you can’t get pregnant,” he said.

“No. Can you give me a gift that keeps on giving?” A fine time to ask, and something she knew better than to ignore. Something she’d never ignored until now. But timeless wisdom hadn’t visited her once this evening.

“I’m clean,” he said. “Do you want to see the results of my physical?”

“No. I’m going to trust you on this one.” She had no choice.

He pushed her hair aside and pressed a kiss on her forehead. “Good, because you can trust me. I wouldn’t do anything to compromise your safety.”

Another bout of silence passed before Alisha said, “This is absolutely crazy.”

“Call me crazy, but you seemed to enjoy it. I sure as hell did.”

She certainly couldn’t deny that she’d enjoyed it greatly. “Maybe it was the atmosphere or the fact that I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.”

“I know what you mean. It’s been awhile for me, too.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“Why?”

“Well, aside from the obvious things, such as you’re an eligible bachelor and highly regarded, you’re also a man.”

“Being a man doesn’t have anything to do with it. My job doesn’t always allow for an active social life.”

Active sex life would be more accurate. “That’s true. Neither does mine. But regardless of our reasons for why this happened, we can’t take it back.”

He frowned. “Do you want to take it back?”

Did she? “Honestly no, I don’t think I do. It was… It was…”

“Hot.”

“You could definitely say that.”

His frown faded into a smile. “Great?”

She answered his smile with one of her own. “Better than great.”

He scooted up and propped his neck on the sofa’s arm. Alisha rested her chin on his chest and stared up at him, totally enthralled by his mouth, his five-o’clock shadow and those ever-changing green eyes that he kept locked on her. Reality worked its way into her mind, bringing with it more concerns she couldn’t ignore. If anyone found out about this tryst, she could be buried. Maybe that wasn’t exactly logical, but sometimes logic was influenced by past experience. “Daniel, you have to promise me something.”

He got that guy-about-to-panic look. “This sounds serious.”

“Relax. I’m not going to ask for a key to your apartment. I just need to know that you’re not going to tell anyone about this.”

His expression was a mixture of relief and frustration. “Do you think I’m going to scribble your name and number on the bathroom walls?”

“No, but these things have a way of getting around via the grapevine.”

“Alisha, we both deal with confidentiality on a daily basis. I’m not going to mention this to anyone. Except my insurance carrier.”

“I beg your pardon.”

“My shoulders might need medical attention.”

Alisha lifted her head and noted several scratches running from his shoulders to his upper arms. “Did I do that?”

“Yeah, unless I have a cat I don’t know about.”

Heaven help her, she’d scarred him for life. “I’m so, so sorry.”

“I’m not.”

Mortified, she pressed her face into his chest. “I have totally lost my mind,” she said, her words muffled but still discernible.

Once more he lifted her head up with his palms. “You and I both knew this was going to happen sooner or later.”

He probably could use an ego check. “I respectfully disagree. I wasn’t planning on this at all. I’m not a casual-sex kind of girl.”

“I don’t think what we did would qualify as casual, and there’s nothing casual about you. But you are full of surprises.”

“How so?”

“Let’s just say if there were ten women in the room, you’re the last one I would’ve expected to be that uninhibited.”

She playfully slapped at his arm, right at the point of his wounds. He gritted his teeth and sucked in a breath. “Obviously I’m making things worse,” she said.