Chapter 28

**Angela's POV**
Mustering some self-control I turned my face away and his lips landed on my cheek. Hot and wet and my heart fluttered. He pulled me into his arms and I felt him smile into my cheek. My hand rested on his chest and God did he feel good! He buried his face in my hair.

“You smell amazing.” He muttered. “Are you toying with me?” he asked as he released me from his arms. He stared into my eyes.

“No I am not toying with you but we can’t.” I pronounced every syllable clearly.

“I do not understand.” He replied savagely and I felt a slight tremor run through my body.

“Because I will not be the only woman in your life.” I responded hotly.

His jaw tightened. “I never have more than one woman at the same time.”

“And how long will you keep me? A week? Less?” I asked, my voice harsher than I expected. I wasn’t angry I was nervous because I knew I was in danger of agreeing to him.

“I know I am not reliable, but I can’t help my nature. All I can guarantee is now. I do want you and you have confessed that you want me to. I am not romantic or attentive nor do I offer to be that way. All I can offer is pleasure, this would be just physical and I can’t tell how long my interest will last. But it is there now. Whether you want to give in and play out the attraction or reject it, it’s your decision.”

A wave of indecision gripped me. I wanted to and then I didn’t want to. I didn’t even know how to respond. My lips parted to speak but nothing swerved forward and I pressed them together. As if sensing my hesitation Brad spoke.

“You don’t have to decide now. Think about it.” His gaze held mine and I felt a surge run through me. Desire, perhaps?

I bit my lip and contemplated. I never felt so confused. If it was down to emotions I would be warming his bed since the first night he kissed me but I also had a logical thinking and that part of me kept presenting arguments against a physical relation with Brad. My mind swirled and I wasn’t in Brad’s room anymore I was in my mind. Battling with my own conflicts. Maybe finding a rose and pulling the petals off chanting, I should, I shouldn’t, might prove easier. But something told me if I landed on shouldn’t I would be disappointed and the same held if I landed on should!

I was so messed up!

“Angela?” Light seized me, blinking hard and I stared at Brad.

“You okay?” He raised an eyebrow and I cursed myself for finding that particularly sexy.

“Uh huh.” I nodded. “Just thinking.” I replied.

“Hell of a time to space out on me.” He sounded amused but in this dry sort of way.

I inhaled deeply. “I agree.”

He nodded. I thought I was agreeing to his observation of me ‘spacing out’ but this was a different agreement.

I swallowed over the lump in my throat. “No, I mean, I agree.” I stressed on the submission and saw his eyes go wide. The momentary surprise was gone in heart beat and he regained his cool composure.

“What did you say?” He asked, his eyes finding a central focal point; me. He was studying me, trying to gauge my reaction. Perhaps he thought I wasn’t being honest.

“I agree.” I repeated.

“Agree to what?” His voice steady but I could see he was bracing himself incase his expectations were shut down.

I flushed slightly. Damn it! If I grew crimson just thinking about it what would happen when it happened? The thought made my lips grow dry.

“I agree to...play out our attraction.” I bent my head. I couldn’t look at him. I suddenly felt nervous. The full force of what ‘playing out our attraction’ truly meant hitting me and I felt breathless.

I felt Brad’s fingers at my chin. He had also moved closer to me and I realized the full force of his height as he tipped my chin up so that our gazes meshed.

“Are you sure?” his voice so low that I almost missed it. It was different for me to be viewing Brad this way. He wasn’t all asshole and I felt some surge of envy, a lot of women knew him like this I was just discovering this side of him.

“Doubtless,” I responded breathlessly.

His head dipped to meet mine. My heart slammed against my chest. My body’s anticipation never ceased to amaze me. But it was mainly because I only ever felt this way around Brad. Perhaps this was normal? How would I know I had zero experience with this, for all I know this is how it always felt?

His lips brushed mine and I arched against him, his arms circling around my waist as his lips fully claimed me. He was soft, slow and I concluded that he was planning on drawing this out. There was something about his kisses. They mesmerized me and I was easily drawn in. I was sure I could easily be subdued by him and all it would take; a kiss. Doesn’t that meet the standards of a drug?

His lips moved faster and his grip tightened around me. I spread my palms on his chest. Slightly registering that I was touching his bare chest and boy did it feel good!

Against the towel around Brad’s waist I could feel the full force of his arousal against me and I gasped into his lips. My hands moved down his chest and across his abdomen. He groaned. His hand caught mine instantly; before I could venture lower. He removed his lips from mine and positioned his face at my neck. “If you continue to do that, this will be over sooner than we want.” He whispered against my flesh and at each word he pronounced the heat of his breath stirred me, readying my body for our union. He rose my hands and positioned them at his neck.

He laid open-mouthed kisses on my neck; I could tell he was moving lower. My body whimpered for his touch, my skin burning where he had ventured and moved on. I arched against him again, my chest melding with his. I could feel the heat of him seep through my clothing and I yearned for us to be bare; together.

I gasped as he sensuously bit down on my shoulder, my fingers, buried in his hair, clenched in fists. I wasn’t sure if that was to make him stop or to do it again.

Brad pulled away from me slightly. He held my gaze. I felt a bit hazy and my vision was clouded but in seconds I knew what he was doing. He gripped the ends of my pajama top and pulled it over my head. It fell soundlessly on the floor. He stared at me for a moment. I was completely bare under my top.

Only then did I realize that his breathing was labored too. He stared down at me and I felt, exhilarated. Maybe it was the novelty of this situation or perhaps it was the devotion I saw in Brad’s eyes. It wasn’t out of love but desire. He made me feel wanted the way his gaze roamed over me.

He stood there for a few seconds but it felt like a lifetime. The only sound echoing in the room was the onslaught of our breaths.

Snapping out of his stillness, he pushed me onto the bed and covered my body with his. His lips covering mine in a deep need. I gasped into his lips and my body arched against his. A sweet sensation filling me. His hand found my hip and held me down on the bed. I groaned in frustration and I heard him laugh, the sound reverberating through my entire body.

He tore away from my lips and trailed kisses along my neck.

“Brad.” His name a sigh I hadn’t known escaped my lips.

“Tell me what do you want.” He demanded against my skin. His voice almost savage.

“I don’t know. Anything, everything.” I breathed and I felt his smirk against my neck. His teeth gently holding my flesh.

“Is that a plea?” his tone was all amusement.

“Yes, please.” I sighed.

“Please what?” he asked but I didn’t exactly know what I was asking for.

“Please, I am begging you.”

“I know your begging, but what are you begging me to do?” his lips were hovering about my breasts and I warmed at the heat of his breath.

I opened my mouth to answer but a shrill sound bounced off the walls. Brad muttered a curse and then I felt empty. His weight was removed from me and I held myself up using my elbows. He answered his cell and sat at the edge of the bed.

“What!” He growled into the phone. This was the Brad I was accustomed to. He paused and listened, his face revealing nothing, he looked at me for a second and I saw hesitance. Without removing his gaze he spoke into the phone just as roughly as before.

“Fine. Schedule the meeting.” He averted his gaze but not before I saw a glimpse of something in his eyes.

Seizing the opportunity, since he was not looking at me, I grabbed my top and drew it over my head. After his call, he turned to me, appearing almost disappointed.

Before he could speak I heard myself saying, “I should get started on breakfast.” I wasn’t sure why but I suddenly felt embarrassed.

Brad studied me silently then he spoke. “OK.” He stood and I threw my legs over the side of the bed and rose to my height.

He pulled me into his arms and gave me a lingering kiss after which he let me go and my body screamed for his touch. “You should go before I decide to ditch work.”

Taking the hint I walked out, trying not to walk too fast or too slow.