She broke off, inhaling deeply as if to compose herself.
Then she lifted her gaze and stared directly into his, her eyes earnest and awash with vulnerability.
"Why would you even want to sleep with me?" she whispered. "Why would you want . . . this . . . ?" She swept her hand down her body and around, clearly indicating her position. Her submissiveness.
"I know that this . . . arrangement . . . or relationship, whatever it is that we're doing, requires a lot of trust on my part. But it has to involve your trust as well. Besides the fact that I can't imagine why you'd want to have sex with a woman you think so poorly of, why would I want to give myself to a man who found me so . . . repugnant?"
His fingers tightened at her shoulders and then he forced himself to relax his grip. He'd bruise her, and he never wanted to hurt her. He took his hands away, not trusting himself not to squeeze her even tighter.
