Risky Pleasures - Brenda Jackson [37]
“Trouble?”
Cameron jerked his head up and looked at her. “No, everything’s fine.”
“You’re sure?”
“Positive.”
She doubted he would tell her if things weren’t fine and decided not to get upset by it. He really had no reason to share his business matters with her, since she certainly wouldn’t be sharing any of the Steele business with him. “I’ve changed my mind.”
The gaze holding hers was steady. “About what?”
“The movie. I’m not sleepy and I would love watching one if you still want to.”
A small smile touched the corners of his lips. “Yes, I want to and I’ll even let you choose something sappy.”
Vanessa stood. “That’s mighty generous of you, Mr. Cody.”
He grinned. “Haven’t you figured out by now that I’m a very generous person?”
“Need more tissue?”
Vanessa looked over at him with tear-filled eyes. “Sorry. I always cry whenever I watch this movie.”
“Then why do you watch it?”
“Because it’s a good movie.”
“It’s a tear-jerker.”
She eased off the sofa to stand in front of him. “It’s still a good movie. In fact, it’s my favorite and has been since the first time I saw it when I was eight. I’m surprised you don’t like it.”
He shrugged. “It took Dorothy too long to find her way back to Kansas. As far as I’m concerned she wasn’t too bright. She should have figured out a lot sooner there was no yellow brick road that would get her there.”
Vanessa placed her hand on her hips, not liking his critique. “Do you have a favorite movie?”
“No.”
“Not a one?”
“No, not a one. I like creating my own action,” he said. With her standing right in front of him, her luscious scent was filling his lungs, and his T-shirt, which barely hit her at midthigh, was looking sexy as hell on her.
Not able to resist temptation any longer, he reached out and pulled her down into his lap. A naughty grin touched his lips. “In addition to creating my own action, I especially like taking part in my own love scenes.”
And then he leaned over and kissed her.
Vanessa returned the kiss, doubting she would ever tire of kissing him. She wrapped her arms around Cameron’s neck and tasted him with the same hunger with which he was tasting her. Beneath her, his erection nudged her hip and his hand began tracing a path up her inner thigh.
Suddenly Cameron pulled both his mouth and hand away. “We need to talk,” he said, resting his forehead against hers. “We need to discuss something I should have brought up earlier.”
She kept her arms wrapped around his neck and met his gaze. “What?”
“I didn’t use any protection when we made love on the beach tonight.”
His words were like ice water thrown on her. No protection. How had she not realized? She’d never had sex with a man without using some type of protection. She’d been taking the Pill since her college days but when it came to sex these days, women had more to worry about than an unwanted pregnancy. There were serious health issues to consider.
“I’m safe, Vanessa. Don’t worry about that,” Cameron said as if reading her thoughts. “I get a physical every year.”
“So do I,” she quickly said, needing to reassure him, as well. “I’m safe, too.”
He smiled and tightened his arms around her waist. “I know you are.”
She was tempted to ask why he was so certain, but just the thought that he was sent a warm feeling through her.
“Now that we’ve covered that part, we need to discuss the other.”
She lifted a brow. “What other?”
“The possibility of a pregnancy.”
She shook her head. “That’s not possible. I’m on the Pill.”
He nodded slowly. “Anything is possible. The Pill isn’t 100 percent guaranteed and if a child has been created, Vanessa, the agreement is off.”
“What do you mean?”
“We agreed that once this affair ended we wouldn’t be in contact with each other. But if you’re pregnant that changes everything since I’d want to know about my child. Understood?”
She frowned, not liking the tone of voice he’d taken, and definitely not liking the way he was trying to take control of things. “I told you I’m on the Pill, so relax, Cameron. There won’t be a baby.”
“If there is—”
“Then I would let you know. But