Gia’s ni**les peaked. Her stomach knotted with excitement as her blood fired hot and her pu**y clenched. If he walked away from her again, she swore she’d shrivel up or go insane, so she did the one thing she knew would inflame him.
She lowered her gaze, noticing the big bulge beneath his fly, and spread her legs for him. “Take me.”
* * * *
Jason clenched his teeth. It would be so easy to do that.
But instinct told him that he had to decide whether he merely wanted his pound of flesh…or to keep his wife by his side forever.
If he let Gia into his life again, he would have to remove feeling from their arrangement or risk her hurting him once more. But if he took her to bed now only to watch her slip through his fingers again later, then what?
At the thought, Jason was torn between leaving the room once more until he could be rational or f**king her absolutely senseless.
“Damn it,” he muttered.
How had she crawled under his skin again so quickly? Or had he ever truly stopped caring? Jason knew the answer. It wasn’t a comfort.
So he had to find some way to induce her to stay, figure out what she wanted and give it to her, no matter the cost.
His entire life, he had wondered why his father had been stupid enough to marry Samantha, knowing she cared about his money far more than him. Sadly, Jason understood now.
“Spell it out for me,” he insisted, clasping her face in his hands and spearing her gaze with his own. “Who am I and what do you want from me? Exactly. I won’t have any more miscommunication between us.”
“I want you inside me, Mr. Denning.” Gia’s voice trembled.
She gave a shit about what happened here. If nothing but nerves caused her shaky tones, she wouldn’t have sounded so damn steady when they’d argued earlier.
“We’re not sceneing right now. Try again.”
“J-Jason…”
He shook his head. “Who am I to you? Just some guy you want to f**k?”
She recoiled, shock raising her brows and dropping her jaw. “No. We might not have had an ideal first year or even a honeymoon, but legally we’re still married.”
“But I’ve never had the chance to truly be your husband, so where does that leave us?”
Gia tried to back away. “I thought you wanted sex.”
Jason held firm. “I didn’t ask what you thought I wanted. You’re avoiding my question.”
Her expression looked a bit guilty. “You’re my husband.”
“That’s right. And…?”
The way Gia squirmed in his grasp told him that she wasn’t ready to admit any feelings she might be having for him. Oh, she was willing to cede her body. Jason meant to use it to bind her to him. Once he’d managed that, he would work like hell to capture at least a corner of her heart. If that didn’t work…well, he had more money.
“Spit it out. What do you want from me? Does tonight mean anything or do you just have a fire that needs putting out?”
“No,” she insisted. “Why are you making everything between us sound so ugly?”
“I’m simply making sure I understand what you’re begging for.”
Her lips tightened. She leaned back against the mirror with a huff and grabbed for her towel to gather it around her body. He slammed his hands down on either side of her hips, pinning the terrycloth to the counter.
“Let me have it,” she insisted.
“Answer me.”