Risk was so amused that he snorted.
“Remember,” I pointed dangerously. “I’m closer to a certain part of you that I could punch before you could blink.”
Risk’s demeanour changed completely and I quickly realised I just spoke about his dick.
“Punching my cock isn’t very nice.”
I practically jolted the second the word passed his lips.
“Don’t say that word,” I scolded. “It’s so . . . dirty.”
Risk’s eyebrows rose and a mischievous glint filled his ice-blue eyes.
“Is it now?”
I turned back to the cups and fidgeted with them as the kettle continued to boil.
“I love a good cuppa,” I chirped. “Don’t you?”
“Don’t be such a killjoy, Frankie. I’m only teasing you.”
I bristled. “I’m not a killjoy, I just don’t wanna talk about sex.”
“Sex?” Risk repeated. “I wasn’t talking about sex.”
“Good,” I shifted. “Because we don’t need to talk about something like that. You get enough of it from your harems.”
I couldn’t believe those words had left my mouth. I had no idea what possessed me to say them. I heard my tone when I spoke, I sounded pissed off. It was sudden, unexpected and I knew it.
“My harems?” Risk repeated, and if I wasn’t mistaken, he sounded a little taken back. “Sounding a little jealous there, Cherry.”
I was so jealous of any woman who touched him before. It killed me inside.
“Hardly.” I tried to act unbothered. “I have a pretty lively sex life myself. Not harem standards, but I do okay.”
The biggest lie in the entire world left my mouth.
“Really?” Risk practically hissed. “You wanna tell me about how you’ve had sex with other men, Frankie?”
Twice. I had sex with two different guys in separate years. They both came to town for the weekend before returning to their home countries. It had been five years since the second, and last, one-night stand. Both times I didn’t enjoy myself, I was too busy comparing the men to Risk and by the time it was over I faked both orgasms. I never attempted to have another one-night stand again. I had nothing against them, they just weren’t for me. I realised after the second time that I was the kind of person who had to have feelings for the person I was making love to. I wasn’t a wham, bam, thank you ma’am kind of woman. I was the kind of woman someone kept.
“Hardly.”
“No, no,” Risk pressed. “Since we’re on the subject, tell me how many guys you’ve fucked. Go on.”
Forget sounding jealous, he sounded bloody furious.
“Am I supposed to remain celibate?” I quizzed, turning to face him. “You certainly haven’t been from what I’ve heard.”
He scowled. “The press twists everything and you know it.”
“Does that mean you haven’t fucked dozens, if not hundreds, of groupies who’ve thrown themselves at you over the years, or maybe even a supermodel or fifty? I hear you’ve been collecting actresses, models and singers and adding them to the endless notches on your bed-post.”
What the fuck was wrong with me? I didn’t know why I was throwing this in his face. I had absolutely no right to say any of this to him. I knew that, but the words just burst free of their own accord.
“You dumped me, Frankie.” His jaw clenched. “That means you don’t get to control who sits on my cock.”
I flinched at his wording.
“You’re right,” I snapped. “I don’t have any control or say. Just like you shouldn’t have a problem with another man fucking me.”
I sucked in a breath when Risk darted forward and got in my space. He placed his hands on either side of the counter-top I was backed against. He leaned his head right down to mine, I felt his hot, mint-scented breath on my face. I licked my lips as my heart beat overtime. He nudged my forehead roughly with his.
“I have no say in who you let fuck you,” he practically growled. “But I’ll always have a fucking problem with it. Always.”
“Wh-Why?”
I tried to be tough, but holy hell, I felt like a cornered kitten with a hungry wolf looking to eat it up . . . and when I should have been scared, I wasn’t. I was so incredibly turned on it was almost frightening. No one had ever invoked such a reaction from me, only Risk. My body was like a live wire. I wanted him to touch me so much.
“Because,” he hissed, “I should be the only man to fuck this body and make you come. Only me.”
I moved my hands to his forearms just so I had something to hold on to. My fingers skimmed over the veins that bulged against his skin. He was so tense as he glared down at me.
“You want to be the only man to fuck me?” I swallowed nervously. “You’re the only man I see right here in this room with me.”