“I’m not looking for a husband,” she reminded him.

“Okay, we’ll do it your way. Hypothetically.”

She didn’t want to soften toward him, but he was wicked good at changing her mood. “Things in common.”

“We both like sex.”

A tingle shot up her spine at the way he narrowed his eyes. “Sex isn’t a good basis for a relationship.”

“Okay. Agreed. So tell me what is.”

Willow needed to stop this conversation before it went any further. “I know what you’re doing, Jax.”

“What’s that?”

“You’re hoping I’ll convince myself that marrying you is a good idea.”

“Caught me.” He grinned. “You are wise to my nefarious ways.”

Damn him for being irresistible.

“Indulge me. What else matters to you in a life mate?”

She might be wise to his nefarious ways, but she wasn’t immune to them. “Common values.”

“And we both agreed, no cheating.”

“Is everything about sex with you?”

“At this moment. Where you’re concerned, yes.” His dick pointed straight up.

“That wasn’t what I meant. I meant like family, children. How we spend our time.” Once again on solid ground, she folded her arms.

“I want kids. And we both plan to do good on the planet.”

She scowled. “By using a carrot instead of a stick.”

“I’m open to discussion,” he conceded.

He was? “You are?”

“We would make a good team. What other attributes in Mr. Hypothetical?”

This time, when he left the bed, she didn’t stop him. He walked toward her, a step at a time.

“Love. I want to be loved.”