Virgin Promise

“Sure we can. It’s dark. No one can see us.”

What he said was true. Out of the immediate sphere of the candle’s glow, it was pretty dark. “But there’s nowhere to lie down….”

“We don’t have to lie down,” he said, calmly knocking down her most pressing objection.

But no, she had one more. “Vic, we have to have protection.” Ah, here was evidence she had not gone completely insane. On that one point she would not compromise, no matter how appealing the fantasy of bearing Vic’s child might be.

By way of an answer he grasped her right hand and tucked it into the inside pocket of his tux jacket, where she felt a long string of square plastic packages.

“Good Lord, how many did you bring?”

He laughed, a low rumble that reminded her of his motorcycle. “Enough, I hope.”

“So you planned this from the beginning.” She wasn’t sure whether she was supposed to be affronted by his premeditation or not.

He paused in his sensual assault and drew back, looking into her eyes with an honesty she hadn’t seen before. “Sweetheart, I know you’re naive in a lot of ways, but there’s no way you could have recognized what went on here tonight as anything but a blatant seduction.” His voice deepened until it was almost a whisper. “Yes, of course I planned for it. Believe me, there’s nothing that throws a wet blanket over a seduction faster than having to make a midnight run to the 7-Eleven for condoms.”

Angela laughed despite herself. This was the longest speech she’d ever managed to extract from him, and she got the distinct impression that she’d seen more of his true personality in those few words than he’d allowed her to glimpse before. His sense of humor was shining through. And the picture of him frantically throwing on clothes and making a mad dash to the convenience store…well, it was less than dignified and not in keeping with the controlled alpha male he’d presented to her so far.

And she liked it. Her affection for him expanded, making her chest feel almost too full.

She removed her hand from his pocket, letting it slide down around to his back. With one surprisingly coordinated flick of her wrist, she unfastened his cummerbund and let it fall at their feet.

His eyes smoldered, and her amusement fled. She leaned forward, draping her body against his, to whisper in his ear. “I’d like to know how you’re going to finish this seduction without us lying down.”

“I’ll show you.”

Their conversation ground to a halt as once again they concerned themselves with exploring each other’s bodies. Vic’s jacket and tie joined his cummerbund in the gravel, but she left his shirt on, unbuttoned of course. She liked the contrast of the crisp, white cotton to his tanned chest.

As for her own clothes, the dress ended up around her ankles and the bra disappeared. Vic eyed her garter belt and lace-topped stockings with a low whistle. “You had a few plans of your own, I see.”

She couldn’t deny it. No matter what she’d told herself about wanting to feel sexy, in the back of her mind she’d dressed for Vic.

For a long, almost terrifying moment, Vic just looked at her. She’d never stood half-naked for a man’s inspection before, certainly not outdoors. But rather than making her nervous, his hot gaze inflamed her further. She could almost feel rays of desire pouring off him.

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