The Pregnancy Negotiation. Kristi Gold

still not sure this is a good idea.”

      Mallory scooted over to Whit’s side, using the last of her trump cards in an effort to persuade him. “You know, the whole process could be fun. Unless you find the prospect of having sex with me totally appalling.”

      He visually followed the movement of her fingertips as she ran them up and down his very toned bicep. “Are you trying to seduce me into making a decision, O’Brien?”

      “What do you think?”

      He leveled his dark eyes on her. “I think you should consider you’re challenging a man who hasn’t been with a woman in a while.”

      “That’s not necessarily a bad thing.”

      Before Mallory could prepare, he had her back against the sofa and his body pinning her in place. “Are you sure you still want to do this, Mallory?”

      How stupid to think Whit wouldn’t answer the challenge immediately. She swallowed hard around the nervous knot in her throat. “That depends on what you’re about to do.”

      “I’m going to kiss you.”

      Mallory suspected he was trying to scare her out of the decision. She wasn’t going to let him. “No kisses until you give me your answer.”

      He brushed her hair away from her face and framed her jaw with one palm. “What if you hate the way I kiss? Would you still want me in your bed?”

      A sharp, shaky breath slipped out between her parted lips. “Your kissing ability wouldn’t matter. Whether you’re up for the challenge of consummation would.”

      He gave her a lopsided grin and glanced down before meeting her gaze again. “What do you think?”

      She thought she might dissolve into the expensive tan suede sofa when she, in turn, looked down and noticed some activity stirring below his belt. “I think you’re a normal man. Say the word sex, and here comes the salute.”

      When she pulled her gaze back to his face, he lowered his mouth to less than an inch from hers. “Maybe I should shower before I give you my answer. I’m feeling pretty dirty right now.”

      Mallory was having some dirty thoughts of her own. “I know. It reminds me of the times you used to come in with Logan following football practice. A regular pheromone fest. Those football pants did enhance your assets.”

      He slid his thumb along her jaw. “If I can find a pair, does that mean I have a better chance of scoring?”

      “Have you not been listening to me? I’m a sure thing. Ready and willing.”

      He collapsed against the couch and moved as far from her as the cushions would allow. Seconds ticked down, turning into minutes while Whit remained quiet, obviously deep in thought. Mallory held her tongue for the time being, giving him the opportunity to consider his answer carefully. And the waiting was pure agony.

      He sighed, interrupting the silence. “Okay. I’ll do it.”

      “You will?”

      He turned his head toward her. “Yeah, I will. I’m probably crazy for agreeing, but if this is what you want, then I’ll try to give it to you.”

      On a rush of adrenaline and sheer joy, Mallory climbed into his lap, straddled his thighs and held his face in her palms for a succession of wet kisses on his cheeks. She pulled back, intending to tell him he wouldn’t regret it, but the look he sent her halted her speech. Granted, she’d been out of the dating loop for a long time, but she could still recognize I-want-you in a man’s eyes. Except Whit had never looked at her that way before. Ever.

      Without saying a word, he circled her nape with one hand and pulled her mouth to his. If this kiss served as his resume, as far as Mallory was concerned, he was hired. A tempered touch of his tongue to hers, a soft sweep, a heady thrust and she was reacting in ways she hadn’t in years, if ever. She might actually enjoy the consummation. But that couldn’t happen now. Not yet. Oh, boy.

      He deepened the kiss, not giving her a chance to protest. How could she when he was occupying her mouth with such tender urging? When he was draining her thoughts dry as a winter skin with his expertise?

      Even though Mallory truly didn’t want it to end, Whit obviously did when he broke the kiss. “Was that satisfactory, O’Brien?”

      Satisfactory? Had it been any better, she might have been naked about now, disregarding her ultimate goal. “As I’ve said, this isn’t about your skills, Manning. We’ll go into this arrangement knowing it’s for the sole intent of procreation. You don’t have to feel obligated to prove anything to me in terms of your proficiency as a lover. And you don’t have to—”

      Kiss me again, dammit. But he did, slowly, seductively, persuasively. This time, Mallory pulled away, with great effort. “I can already tell you’re going to be trouble.”

      His smile made him part devil, and all devastating male. “And I feel like I’ve been remanded to stud service.”

      “In a way, you have.” She climbed out of his lap and stood on wobbly legs. “Now go take a shower, my little stud muffin.”

      When she turned away, he slapped her bottom. “Sure thing, my little broodmare.”

      She faced him again, arms crossed at her middle to conceal her onset of trembles. “I don’t think I like being called a broodmare.”

      “If I’m a stud, then you’re a broodmare.” He laced his hands behind his neck and assumed an insolent posture. “One more question.”

      “Yes, Whit?” Why did her voice sound so shrill? In the courtroom, she never let anything throw her off course. But she’d never faced Whit Manning, and all his masculine arrogance, in a courtroom. Eventually she would have to face him in the bedroom, and she doubted she would have the strength to object to anything he might ask of her.

      “Do we begin the breeding process tonight?” he asked in a low, compelling voice.

      “No. In three days.”

      His arms dropped to his sides and his smile dropped from his face. “Three days? Why?”

      “Because I should be ovulating then.” If she was lucky. Mallory grabbed up the polish and started away before she decided to kiss him again. “I’m going to finish my toenails then work for a while in my bedroom.”

      He was on her fast, taking her arms and turning her around. “After I’ve gone out on a limb to agree to this, you’re really going to make me wait? What am I supposed to do in the meantime?”

      “Build up sperm.”

      He narrowed his eyes. “You’re kidding, right?”

      “No, I’m not. Normally I’d tell you to get a handle on it, but that’s not an option this time. I’m sure you’ll manage. Think of it as preparation, sort of like a boxer training for the big fight.”

      “Just so you know, I’m going to be walking funny for the next three days in anticipation.”

      As she headed toward the chrome stairs leading to the bedrooms, Mallory couldn’t stop her laughter though it was more nervous than jovial. She also couldn’t stop the tiny bite of fear over the decision they had made.

      She was going to have a baby with her roommate. At least she was going to try. And the “trying” part thrilled her and frightened her.

      Whit Manning wasn’t a man who did anything halfway. If that kiss was any indication, she suspected that would hold true when it came to lovemaking. One thing she had to remember—no love would enter into the equation, aside from brotherly love. Only sex for the sake of a child, no more than three days at a time, once a month. No great expectations. No emotional entanglement beyond friendship. Otherwise, she could very well begin wanting more from him than a baby.

      Yet another thought kept nagging at Mallory’s cluttered mind.