"No, you weren't." "Why didn't you let me know?" He expelled a long breath. "Because I wasn't interested in just an affair and you weren't ready for anything else. Neither was I," he added almost as an afterthought. Claire moved closer to him, provocatively. "And now?" "Now? I think you should go to bed. Alone." She made a small moue of protest and reaching up kissed him. He didn't really mean it. He was just giving her the chance to back out if she wanted. But he did mean it. Taking her head in his hands, he pulled her lips gently from his own. "You're hurt right now. Vulnerable. Going to bed with me might seem like a good idea, but it's not going to help." She felt him slipping away from her, but she made one last effort. “Don't you want me?" His voice was exasperated. "Of course, I want you! Can't you tell?" They were still locked together. Yes, she could tell. "Now go to bed before I take you down and throw you in the ocean to cool you off." The marked difference in the nature of his threat from the eroticism of the smacks he’d inflicted on her backside earlier confirmed his determination to put a definite stop to the sexual nature of their encounter.
What do You think about HIS By Design -Coveting Claire?
