His Seductive Proposal: A Touch of Persuasion / Terms of Engagement / An Outrageous Proposal. Maureen Child

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      He stroked her hair. “We don’t have to be adversaries.”

      “As long as you understand that you can’t ride roughshod over my feelings and opinions. And we don’t have to be a couple.”

      “Fair enough.”

      She touched him intimately. “If you’re trying to manipulate me with sex, it won’t work.”

      His erection flexed and thickened. “Understood.”

      “Then I think we’re on the same page.”

      He stood and pulled her to her feet. “Bed this time,” he grunted, reduced to one syllable words. He lifted her into his arms and deposited her in the center of his large mattress. The old Olivia would have pulled a sheet over herself immediately, but this more mature version lifted one knee, propped her head on her hand and smiled.

      It was the smile of a woman learning her own power. Kieran was not immune. He sprawled beside her and entertained himself by relearning every curve and dip of her feminine body.

      Olivia melted for him, her soft gasps and tiny cries filling him with determination to pleasure her as she had never been pleasured before. He brought her to the brink with his hands and then moved between her legs. At the last moment he remembered the need for a condom. He wasn’t taking any chances this time.

      Not that he considered Cammie a mistake, but because he needed to learn how to be a father. One child was enough for the moment.

      He sheathed himself in the latex and positioned the head of his penis against Olivia’s warm, moist flesh. She was pink and perfect, her sex swollen where he had teased her.

      Her eyes were shut. “Look at me,” he insisted. When she obeyed, he drove into her, eliciting groans from both of them. Her body squeezed him, begged him not to leave. Panting, he withdrew and surged deep again. “We’re good this way,” he muttered. “So damn good.”

      The truth of the statement tormented him.

      He was not a family man. After a lifetime of living caged up, he needed the freedom he found in anonymous villages on the other side of the world. Olivia was important to him, and Cammie was part of him, flesh and blood.

      But what did it matter when he was condemned to be alone? Loving meant loss, and he’d had his share of that.

      Olivia’s sultry smile was drowsy. “Does it have to end?”

      Even the question was enough to send heat streaking down his spine, sparking into his balls and rushing through the part of him that longed for release. His jaw clenched, the muscles in his neck corded and he shouted half in relief, half in awe when his body shuddered in the throes of a climax that left him weak.

      Dimly he was aware that Olivia joined him at the end.

      Panting, half addled from the scalding deluge of release, he rolled to his back, dragging her on top of him, their bodies still joined.

      “Stay the night.” The words were muffled as he buried his face in her cleavage.

      “I can’t,” she said, disentangling their limbs and rolling to sit on the side of the bed.

      “I could come to your room.”

      Her body stilled, her back to him. “No.”

      As he watched, only momentarily sated, she dressed rapidly and finger-combed her hair. He frowned, already missing the feel of her in his arms. “Dismiss the housekeeper and come back. We could set an alarm so you’ll be in your room by morning.”

      “I have responsibilities,” she said, not meeting his gaze.

      “And that precludes meeting your needs as a woman?”

      She stopped at the door and faced him across the room. In her eyes he saw regret and resolution. “I can’t afford to get involved with you again. Sharing a daughter will be hard enough. Let’s view tonight as one for Auld Lang Syne and put it behind us.”

      “I’m not a fan of that plan. It wouldn’t hurt for Cammie to see us getting along.”

      “We can be civil without starting something we can’t finish. I’m here for a very short time. And unlike you, I don’t happen to see recreational sex as an appropriate lifestyle.”

      Now he was pissed. “Who said anything about recreational sex?”

      He strode to where she stood backed up against the door and got in her face. “I’m attracted to you, Olivia Delgado. I like you. And as of today, I know we share a child. Any intimacies we indulge in are far from casual.”

      She licked her lips, her eyes huge. “You’re bullying me again,” she whispered.

      Damn it. He was hard. And hungry. And mad as hell that she seemed to see him as some kind of a lowlife. He backed up two feet and crossed his arms over his chest. “You have more power than you think. But I won’t be pushed away.”

      She reached behind her for the knob and opened the door. Since he was buck naked, and knowing that one of the housekeepers sat just across the hall, he didn’t have a prayer of stopping her.

      But his chest was tight when he closed the door and banged his forehead against the unforgiving wood. She was making him crazy. Two steps forward… one step back. Perhaps it was time for a change of plan. He would get to know his daughter, and in the meantime, maybe Olivia would acknowledge the fire that burned between them and return to his bed on her own.

       Six

      A strange house. Odd night sounds. And dreams that were riddled with images of Kieran Wolff. No wonder Olivia slept poorly. She had no more defenses against him now than she had as a naive university student. All he had to do was crook his little finger and she fell into his arms without protest.

      It was infuriating and humbling and, if she were honest, exciting. Her days since Cammie was born had been pleasant. And the white-picket-fence life she had so deliberately created was good. Really good. But what woman—still two years shy of thirty—should be willing to settle for that?

      Kieran’s recent intrusion into her life was a jolt of adrenaline. Now she was scared and aroused and worried and challenged, but she wasn’t bored.

      Finally, at 4:00 a.m., she fell into a deep sleep, only to be awakened at the crack of dawn when Cammie crawled into bed with her. Crossing three time zones was not an easy adjustment for a child.

      Olivia yawned. “Good morning, sweetheart.”

      “What are we going to do today?” Cammie snuggled close, her small, warm body a comfort Olivia never tired of.

      “I think Kieran wants to hang out with us. Is that okay?”

      In the semidark, her daughter’s face was hard to read. “Yep. I like him.”

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