radio to alleviate the strained atmosphere, Max cleared his throat.
“Don’t you think we should talk about what happened?”
“I’d rather we pretend that it didn’t.”
Max fell into a broody silence for a moment. “Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong, but I thought you enjoyed it.”
She could feel her cheeks burning from the inside out. “You would have to bring that up.”
His gaze slashed in her direction. “Willa, it’s all I can damn well think about. Every time I look at you, I picture your face and the sounds you made while you were coming all over my cock. I’ve been rock hard for the past six hours.” As if to verify his statement, he shifted in the seat, his hand adjusting the position of his zipper.
She ripped her focus away from the tempting sight and stared out the windshield. Okay, so he wasn’t exactly put out that she’d pounced on top of his hot bod and had her wicked way with him. It lessened her guilt somewhat, but it didn’t solve the core crisis of her problem. There was something driving her to do things that were out of her control. It was as if another entity held the reins to her body and was having a jolly good time at her expense. She didn’t like it. Not one damn bit. And for whatever reason, the entity that’d weaseled inside her head had set its sights on Max. She couldn’t allow it. Couldn’t let it manipulate her or Max any more than it already had. “I don’t want you to get the wrong impression. I—I did enjoy what happened. A lot. But I don’t think it’s a good idea if we see each other again after today.”
Max moved closer, his arm transferring to the rear of her headrest. “Why?” His fingers feathered along the side of her cheek, and it took everything she was not to melt into his touch.
“Because…” There’s something wrong with me. “I’m not in a position right now for a relationship.”
“Okay. I guess in the meantime I could settle for a bunch of hot, intense sex until you’re ready to become more serious.”
His wicked grin made her consider the idea of diving for his zipper. The very fact that he could do that to her with one smoldering look doubled her resolve to end it between them before things got even more out of hand. “I’m not going to lie. I’m fiercely attracted to you.” That was putting it mildly. “But my life is…complicated right now.”
“Are you seeing somebody?” he demanded, his voice tight.
“No.”
“Good.”
“Max, you’re not listening to me. You and I can’t happen.”
“What if you’re pregnant?”
She swerved into the next lane and received an angry horn blare from the driver behind her. “What?”
“Keep your eyes on the road.”
Easy for him to say after hitting her upside the head with that doozy of a previous comment. “Why would you insinuate that I could be pregnant?”
“We had sex without a condom.”
Oh, yeah. She relaxed her grip on the wheel. “I’ve been on the pill for half of my life. They help regulate my periods.” Okay, that’d probably been more information than he’d needed to know. Sheesh.
“Ah. Good.”
She risked a peek at him. “Is that why you came after me? Because you were worried I might become pregnant?” The notion that he was a decent and gallant man made her fall for him a bit harder, even while it also made her feel like an even bigger jerk for running out on him and making him worry.
“Partly, yes. But I also wanted to make sure you were okay. Boone gave me strict orders to watch over you, remember?”
She did. One more thing to make her feel two inches tall. “I’m perfectly fine. The bite’s not even there anymore.” She’d been more than a little surprised about that turn of events when she’d inspected her backside in the large mirror hanging in the women’s restroom at work.
“It’s not?” Max sounded as stunned as she’d felt.
“Nope. So see? There was no need to check up on me.”
“You damn well know that isn’t the only reason I tracked you down.” His thumb traced the sensitive hollow beneath her ear, and she shivered.
“I told you this can’t ha-happen between us.”
He inched closer, his warm breath fanning her cheek. “I’m going to change your mind about that.”
Damn him.
They’d arrived at Lafayette Square, and she sucked in a deep breath, peering around frantically for a parking space.
“There’s a white convertible leaving over there.”
She