So she wasn’t good with the sexy voice it seemed. Maybe he preferred forward women. “Look, Weston, here’s the deal. You’re here. I’m here. We signed the contract. I’ve thought about it. What’s the point in waiting?”
He ran a hand through his hair and yawned a little. “Waiting? Is your leg bothering you? You want a session at this time of night?”
Oh, he was slow on the uptake. “Sex, Simon. I want sex.”
And then he wasn’t slow. She gasped as she found herself flat on her back on the bed before she had time to say another word.
He loomed above her, his body pressing against hers. He weighed roughly two hundred pounds, all of it muscle. It should have made her feel pinned down, but in that moment she just loved being close to him.
“You want sex?” He didn’t have the same problem she had in the sexy voice department. His voice was like warm honey sliding across her skin.
“Yes.” She breathed him in. He smelled like soap. She had the strangest urge to run her nose over his skin so she could memorize his scent the way she’d memorized the feel of his face, the way his whiskers felt under the pads of her fingers, how silky his lips had been.
His hips moved against hers. “You want my cock?”
“Yeah.” She hoped he would stop talking soon and just take her. Get it over with so she could know it was done and then maybe he would hold her. That was what she really wanted. She wanted to be in his arms. The sex stuff probably wouldn’t work for her, but she’d liked kissing him and she thought she would like cuddling. She liked it when he touched her.
He stared down at her. “Tell me how you like it.”
“Like what?”
It was his turn to sound a little impatient. “Sex, Chelsea.”
She had no idea. She kind of thought she didn’t, but she couldn’t be sure. It seemed like a thing to get through to get to what she did want. She’d seen enough movies to at least have the lingo down. From what she understood about dudes, they didn’t want to take their time. She was cool with that. It would get her to the good stuff faster. “Hard and fast, buddy.”
Rip the bandage off. Yep, that was the way to go.
His face loomed over hers and she was almost certain he would kiss her again. “Chelsea? How many lovers have you had?”
God, when did he turn into chatty Cathy? “A bunch. Come on. Let’s go.”
His hand went to the waistband of her pants. “You’re ready? You’ve had a ton of lovers and you’re ready for me to just shove my cock in and start thrusting.”
She was pretty sure that was some kind of trap, but she was committed at this point. “Yes. I know what I want.”
His hand started to snake under her pants, moving quickly to get under her panties. She squirmed, trying to get away. For the first time, she felt some nervousness set in. She’d said she wanted fast, but he was moving at quantum speed.
“Stay still. How am I supposed to fuck you if you don’t let me in? This is called getting into someone’s knickers where I’m from. You want a quick tumble? A little in and out?” His tone had gone hard and she could feel his erection against her hip. God, he was big. Maybe this was a horrible mistake.
His fingers slid over her mound and she couldn’t help but try to move away. It was too intimate, too much, and it didn’t feel anywhere close to good. But she couldn’t get away because he was so heavy on top of her. He pinned her down and now it felt different. She struggled to breathe. He was so big and heavy. He could do anything he wanted to her.
Why had she put herself here? Panic threatened to take over.
“I’m just another cock, right?” The question came out on a hard grind. “You’ve had a hundred and one more won’t matter.”
She nearly screamed as his fingers parted her labia. Tears blurred her eyes.
Simon cursed and rolled off her.
Chelsea could breathe again.
“You’re not even wet. You want me to rape you? Is that what you want? You want me to prove what a bastard I am?” He was on his back, his chest moving up and down with the force of his breaths.
Chelsea practically jumped off the bed. “You are a bastard, Weston. I don’t need empirical evidence. I just know.”
He sat up, running a hand over his head. “Did you even know you’re supposed to be wet, Chelsea? How did you expect to take a cock when you’re not even aroused?”
She understood the process. She’d had a couple of horrifically embarrassing incidents all involving him. “I guess I don’t want you after all.”
“You’re such a little liar.” His head turned her way and she felt pinned again. “How many lovers, Chelsea. The truth this time.”
She didn’t want him to know the truth. What would he think of her? “Fine. Not many. I’m selective.”
He stood up and stalked her way, his body all lean and predatory lines. It took everything she had to hold her ground when what she wanted to do was retreat. “How many? I would like a number. I’ll give you an example. I’ve slept with sixteen women over the years. I started fucking at the tender age of fifteen, but despite what the British tabloids and my brother will tell you, I generally prefer to be in some form of relationship with the women in my bed. I don’t like one-night stands, though I have had a few. If you want to add in the number of women I’ve played with in some way, either oral or hand jobs, the number does swell a bit and I’ll admit to a few nights at Oxford where I’m not sure what I did. I’m disease free and I haven’t had sex in six months. Well, unless you count my right hand. Really it’s been my longest-term lover. Your turn.”
“Five.” That sounded like a good number. Why was he putting her in a corner?
“Names.”
“What?” Her skin heated, embarrassment flooding her system. Why was he doing this to her? Did he want to check them all out for STDs? Somehow she’d thought he’d just take whatever she offered.
“If there were only five, then you should remember their names. Another example. Christina was my first lover. She was at the girls’ school about a mile from my boarding school. We had sex in the girls’ change room one night at a school dance. She told me I was quite terrible, by the way. I’ve thought about looking her up again to show her I’ve improved. Alicia came after that, and then the two Dianas…need I go on?”