A wolfish smile twisted his sensual lips. “Did you ever stop to wonder what it would feel like to let go of all that control, even for one night? Don’t you get tired of trying to do it all when so much pleasure is waiting for you on the other side?”
Oh, hell no. He wasn’t going to play her with those dark Latin eyes and hot body. She knew exactly what he was doing, and he’d be the last man on Earth she’d ever fall for. Lifting her chin, she met his gaze head on. “Oh, don’t worry about me. I get plenty of pleasure without having to give up my independence and soul for an orgasm,” she said sweetly.
“Maybe you haven’t had the proper orgasm.” His gravelly voice caressed her ears, and those inky eyes burned like charcoal. “More specifically, orgasms. If a man is giving you just one, he’s plain lazy.”