r. "Caitlin, you really think too much of yourself. A call girl

nd her pale complexion only made him more furio

urned her head, taki

threatening, like a whispered curse. "You just blush and hide in my arms after we share intimacy; you don't even know how to respond, how to enjoy it

to free herself. "I... I don't want to be

c for a decade, bu

t and cruel, if there hadn't been so much distance and miscommunicat

clearly now. No matter how hard she

icult, she had made up her mind. She would n

, not letting go. "So now being my wife isn't

ked. "What are y

at him. He shoved his leg between hers, t

ing the sensitive curve of her neck as he spoke slowly. "How

neck, but Caitlin could feel her heart b

red to make it up to you after that night, you didn't turn it down. Later, when I sugg

k, and she nearly b

ime, he still di

th a man. Why would she sacrifice h

his touch firm, invasive and unyielding as he demanded, "Why ar

ural scent-not the overpowering sweetness of perfume, but t

s touch, and her eyes, filled with tears,

as partly exposed before him, stirring

lin was beautiful-so beauti

sing her, their breaths intertwining in the intensity of

igh whimper slipping from her lips, almo

moving his lips from hers to kiss dow

osed she was. Her hands instinctively pushed

, but her hands were caught, pinned above her

this?" he whispered. He lightly nipped at her swollen lips,

orners of her eyes, but Isaa

, most of all, the way she looked when she was caught between wanting to resis

of a zipper being pulled down,

her breath becoming shallow and rapid

use, the reality of the

regnancy. Despite his overwhelming desire,

eady for a child-not a