A Perfect Storm. Lori Foster

That’s my point.”

       There was such gravity in his tone, she rolled her eyes. “Go on. Mutual attraction?” she prompted.

       Slowly, he nodded. “Flirting, kissing, a touch or two. Foreplay for an hour, or a day. Wanted by both people, and shared by both people.”

       That did sound sort of…not awful. “I know that’s how it’s supposed to be.” She wasn’t a total social misfit. She’d seen romantic movies, and she’d seen real life. People walking together, talking together. In sync.

       In love.

       But he’d just negated the link between love and sex, and she wasn’t sure she could ever trust in casual sex.

       Almost as if he’d read her thoughts, he said softly, “It can be really good when both people are willing, eager participants.”

       “And you think I need to experience that, huh?”

       “You’re a healthy, energetic woman. I’d hate to see deliberate cruelty turn you off from knowing everything that nature intended.”

       For reasons she wouldn’t analyze, his attitude irked her. “So let me get this straight. You want to do things to me, to get me all into the idea of screwing—and then you want me to go off to find some other guy to finalize the deal?” She smirked at him. “Know what, Spence? From my side of the table, that sort of makes you sound like a pimp. Only problem is, I can’t figure out what you get from the deal.”