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The Proposition Chapter One | page 1 | page 2 | page 3 | excerpts
Let yourself go. Natalie bit back a sigh as she struggled against doing just that. She’d always prided herself on her control where men were concerned. Two years of working on a DC Police special task force had given her plenty of experience handling the male of the species, both on the job and in the bedroom as well. In the two serious relationships she’d had, her lovers had both been intimidated by the fact that she was a cop, and she’d learned from experience to hold herself back. Instinct told her that Chance was different. He’d have the ability to break her control, and the idea of that tempted her almost as much as it made her want to run. When Chance drew back a little, Natalie barely kept herself from protesting. “Much better,” he said. “Relaxation is the key.” Of course, it was easy to relax when her bones were melting. But Natalie kept that to herself. Instead, she made herself focus. “You really do know how to dance. Where did you learn?” “Here and there. I’ve found it a very useful tool.” She raised her brows. “Tool?” Chance smiled at her. “Absolutely. Dancing is the easiest method I know for getting a woman into my arms, and second only to my cooking for getting a woman into my bed.” Bed. She should have had a quick comeback for that. Or at least she could have snorted. But the image as well as the way he’d leaned close to her ear to say it had a fresh wave a desire streaming through her. The rhythm of the dance changed abruptly, and Chance slid his hands to her hips, pulling her close for one brief contact. Heat flashed through her as she felt the long hard length of him. The lower part of her body burned and melted. “Oh, yes,” one part of her mind said – even as another part said, “Run.” But the negative voice in her mind was growing softer, and Natalie suddenly realized that she wasn’t going to run this time. Hadn’t some part of her made that decision when she’d chosen her clothes tonight? The admission sent a hot erotic thrill moving through her. A sliver of panic followed. It wasn’t like her to be thinking this way. Just as it wasn’t like her to dress with the intention of tempting a man. As the oldest child, she’d always been the responsible one, and she’d always had to control that wild, reckless streak inside of her that she’d inherited from her father. “I want you, Natalie.” The words were nothing more than a breath in her ear, but her knees turned to water. She was suddenly aware that he’d steered her off the dance floor proper and into a darkened corner of the patio. Potted trees surrounded them, a brick wall pressed against her back. And he was there, his body, the heat of it so close... “I want to take you to bed, I want to touch you – all over.” She couldn’t prevent the quick thrill the words brought her anymore than she could prevent her heart from beginning to hammer. “I – ” “No.” He pressed a finger against her lips. “Let me finish. I have a proposition for you. I’m flying to London tomorrow morning. If I’m lucky the assignment will take three months. If not, I’ll be gone even longer. So there’s just tonight.” He drew his finger down that line of her throat to the V of her blouse and then down the tiny pearl buttons one by one. She was sure that her heart skipped a beat at each one. “Spend just one night with me,” he said. She had to say yes, Chance told himself. He’d chosen his words very carefully. He always did where women were concerned. One night with no strings was just the kind of proposition that the cool, logical Natalie Gibbs he’d come to know would find irresistible. He figured she kept men at arms length because she didn’t want complications. But as he stared into those cool, green eyes, he couldn’t get a hint of what she was thinking. She had to have felt at least part of what he’d experienced when they’d been dancing – the incredible promise of what they could share. And she had to be experiencing at least some of the desperation that he was feeling right now. When he felt her lips begin to move beneath his fingers, he said, “Don’t say no. Not yet. I – ” Chance broke off the moment that he realized what had nearly slipped out of his mouth. He’d almost said, “I need you.” And that wasn’t true. Being a little obsessed was one thing, but need?
Taking a quick breath, he spoke around the bubble of panic that had risen into his throat. “Just think about it. When was the last time you had sex for the sheer fun of it – no strings, no complications? No worrying about the morning-after etiquette? C’mon. What do you say?” For a moment his question hung in the air between them. One night with Natalie Gibbs – that was what he wanted. And he wanted it very badly. That was all. Need had nothing to do with it. Chance Mitchell hadn’t needed anyone for a very long time. Natalie took his fingers and removed them from her mouth. “That’s your proposition? No strings, no complications, no etiquette sex?” “Exactly.” Chance made himself stop with one word. Because he was very much afraid that he was going to babble. Worse still, he just might beg. Her grin was quick and wicked. He’d never seen that look on her face before, and his heart did a little stutter. “Proposition accepted,” she said. Chance’s heart stuttered again. |
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