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I hesitate and then step closer.
He white-knuckles the door frame.“Touch me, Reagan.I want to feel your hands on my chest.”
My hands are trembling as I reach up and set them on his pecs.He’s rock solid.I smooth my palms up to his shoulders and then down to his waist.For the first time in my life, I want a man.Reallywant him.I want to know what it will feel like to have him inside me.I don’t care that we just met.It doesn’t matter.I don’t even care if we don’t work out and this ends.I want Tiago to make love to me.I want it to be him.
“What are you thinking, baby?”he asks in a sexy voice.
Licking my lips, I whisper, “I want it to be you.”
“You want what to be me?”
I meet his gaze, feeling brave.“I want you to have sex with me.”
“I will, baby.Millions of times.”
I blow out a breath.“Stop talking nonsense about marriage and babies.I’m talking about sex.Raw, sweaty sex.No strings attached.I want you to give me that.”I’ve never asked for anything this bluntly in my life.I’ve never put myself out there like this.
He releases the doorframe, steps closer until our bodies are touching, and slides his hands around until he tucks them in my back pockets.“None of that is nonsense, Reagan.I mean every word.I want you in every imaginable way.I want my ring on your finger and my child in your belly.I want you to take that leap with me.”
I draw in a slow breath.“Maybe all of that is possible, but I can’t commit to it today, Tiago.I can only commit to the sex part today.”
He yanks me against him, so there is no mistaking the erection tenting his towel.“No.”
“No?”
He shakes his head.“I said I would wait until my ring is on your finger, and I meant it.”
I groan.“That’s barbaric.This is the twenty-first century.People don’t wait until they’re married to have sex.”
“Then, why are you a virgin?”he teases.
“Not intentionally.It just happened.I never met anyone I wanted to have sex with.Have you seen the men in this town?I’ve never left Wilde.”
“What about visitors?”he asks.“You’ve probably met more visitors than most of the people living here since they come to you to make reservations for adventures.In all the years you’ve been running your business, you’ve never met a single cute guy you wanted to have a fling with?”
I sigh.“No.”
“Do you know why?”
I scrunch my face.I’m not sure I want to hear his thoughts on this.“No, but you’re going to psychoanalyze it, aren’t you?”
He chuckles.“More like an obvious, cocky observation.”
“Oh, Lord.Let’s hear it.”
“They weren’t me.”He grins.
I roll my eyes.“Good grief.”
“Maybe you didn’t realize you were waiting for an older man with more experience who could rock your world.”His voice is filled with cocky glee.
“So, rock it.”
“Oh, I will.Over and over again.”
“But not until I agree to marry you.”Sheesh.
He shakes his head.“Not until youactuallymarry me.”