Turning sideways, she laid both hands over her stomach. The lacy thong, which was all she was wearing now, exposed the slight swell she’d noticed before. Or perhaps she was only imagining it. She was barely six weeks, after all. How soon was a pregnancy visible? She should have asked her mother."Admiring yourself, Sasha?" The voice was painfully familiar. What wasn’t so familiar was the thickening emotion in his words. If she hadn’t known better, she’d have said that Kaleb had been aroused by watching her touch her body. How long had he been standing in the bathroom doorway? Had he seen her examining her breasts, perhaps? He must have done, she decided, her pulse quickening. That was why he was looking at her with such raw passion in his eyes.She made herself turn her head and look away from him and for a long moment the silence stretched between them. She knew she ought to grab a towel to cover herself, but something—some perverse desire to taunt him, maybe— kept her from doing so
He unfastened another button at the neck of his shirt, allowing a tantalising glimpse of brown flesh lightly covered with dark hair. His eyes narrowed, thick lashes veiling his expression. "Tilly told me you have been sick. What's wrong with you?" "What? Nothing. Nothing is wrong with me," Sasha retorted quickly, inwardly cursing Tilly for making a difficult situation worse. "You—you don't have to care. Tilly worries about me, that’s all." "She does worry a lot. With that, I agree." He paused, and she knew he was registering the color that had entered her pale cheeks as she spoke. "It was just a cold" she added. "Colds do not usually elicit such concern." "No, well, Tilly is a very—sympathetic person." Sasha made a helpless gesture. "And—perhaps she didn't expect you to— to—" "To what, Sasha?" The steps he took forward narrowed the space between them and she had to steel herself not to move away."To—to care" she said hurriedly, not prepared to admit that he could still hurt he
His fingers slid over her shoulders and down her back, caressing her hipbones briefly, before moving on to her bottom. Filling his hands with the rounded globes, he brought her deliberately against him, rotating his hips so she was made unmistakably aware of the pressure of his erection."Do you feel that?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion. "Yes, of course you do. But do you have any idea what it’s like to be this close to you and not be a part of you?" "Kaleb—" "You drive me crazy," he went on, as if she hadn’t spoken, thrusting his thigh between her legs. "Stark, staring crazy, and I still want you even closer to me, under me, spreading your legs for me, to give me some relief from this torment you’re putting me through." "Kaleb—" "Do not try to tell me I don’t know what I’m saying," he snarled. "I know. I know, Sasha. Believe me." "Kaleb, please—" The husky tone of her voice vibrated through him, but he was too far gone to listen to reason. He'd missed her damn much and
Since she'd found out that she was pregnant, fretting over the alternatives she was faced with, such sleep as she’d had had been restless and plagued with tortuous dreams. But last night she’d been so exhausted, she hadn’t been able to keep her eyes open.In consequence she felt rested, more rested than she’d done in a long time.Not since Kaleb had come back into her life, in fact. However, it was time to get up and face the day and it wasn’t just the familiar nausea that was causing her stomach to quiver in protest. Dear God, what had Tilly really thought when her brother had thrown open the door and stormed out of the house without any reasonable word of explanation the night before?At the time, however, Tilly had gazed after her brother as if she didn’t understand the situation. And then she'd looked at Sasha and found she was wearing only a bathrobe and an expression Sasha didn’t quite understand had crossed her face.Sasha's own face had been burning. She’d been all too aware t
His eyes narrowed, then dropped lower, until he was staring at her stomach, although the pregnancy wasn't visible yet, and she felt the force of his shock, the reverberation of his confusion. It slammed into the room, slammed against her, and if she weren’t so consumed with her own feelings she might almost have felt sympathy for him."Yes." She answered the unspoken question, her voice slightly shaky as she repeated her words. "I’m pregnant." He was silent for no more than a split-second. "Congratulations," he said evenly. "Who’s the lucky man?" Sasha stared at him. "Excuse me?" "The father," he explained. "Of your child." Sasha shook her head in disbelief and the French plait in her hair felt as heavy as lead as it snaked down her spine. Even in her very worst nightmares she could never have dreamed that he would be so insensitive. "Why, you are—of course." she said. "You are the father," His eyes swept shut, almost as if he could wipe this meeting from reality, as if he would
Sasha curved a hand around her stomach, trying to be generous, to remember he was shocked, that she’d had time to adjust to this news and he was being presented with it all now. "Really?" She arched her brow. "But it is," He swore and moved towards a bar in the corner, pulling out two bottles of mineral water. He stalked towards her and held one out and she took it without thinking, her fingers curving over the top, but she didn't drink it. She watched him take several gulps of the liquid before he dropped the bottle. "I can't…. I can’t be a father. I'm not ready to be one. I didn't plan to be one right now," Kaleb was madder than hell. It was so obvious: she had put him squarely in the frame as the father. No woman had enraged and inflamed him as comprehensively as Sasha. He had tried to put her out of his mind, but his body would not let him, a galling admission to make, but not one he intended to act on. His dark eyes raked assessingly over her. The tiny white shorts she wore hu
There was a long, loaded silence. His eyes met hers incredulously. "Does Tilly know… About the baby?" Kaleb asked in a shocked voice."No she doesn't, at least not yet, so don't worry about it," Tilly retorted.He was shaking his head as if he had just come out of some long-term trance. Surely this had to be a dream. Weeks ago he’d told himself that no matter how tempted he was—he wasn’t going to go near her again, but now here he was, dealing with the consequences of that one time together. "How far along are you now?" "Seven weeks" "You're kidding" "I wish I was."The dark eyes bored into her. "And what’s that supposed to mean?" Sasha looked at him. What did he expect her to say? That she was overjoyed at the thought of bringing an unplanned child into the world? A child whose father thought so little of her that he had not been near her since that night of passion weeks ago." I don’t know what I mean," she said. "I’m mixed up, I guess." Kaleb found his eyes drawn irresistibly
In that moment she felt really close to him. How peculiar that a simple hug could be infinitely more intimate than full-scale sex. She pulled away— knowing that it was dangerous to attach more than she should to small acts of support. You’d...better go… and me too. I should leave," "Yes." But he seemed strangely reluctant to move. "I'll walk you to your car," Silently, Sasha followed him. They walked silently to her car and he opened the door for her. She slipped inside and he stared at her for a while, "Goodnight, Sasha" he said at last. "When will I see you?" Funny, too, that her new-found ‘condition’ gave her the right to ask questions like this. "I don’t know," he told her. "I honestly don’t know." —-------------- Just as soon as Kaleb had left, Sasha was asking herself why on earth she’d been so passive. She shouldn’t have asked when she was going to see him. She should have demanded to know! Because things needed to be decided. Like what official story they were goi
She lifted up Sasha's gown and her face underwent a startling transformation. "Oh, good heavens!" she exclaimed. "You’re fully dilated!" "Is that bad?" demanded Kaleb."No, it’s wonderful," answered the midwife." It means we’re going to have a baby! And sooner, rather than later!""Kaleb!" Sasha's voice cracked as she gripped onto his hand, her body tensing up to face the next contraction. "Please don’t leave me." "I’m not going anywhere, sugar!" Kaleb had never known an experience as powerful as seeing his child being born—but along with the pride came panic. He tried telling himself that women had been giving birth for centuries, in conditions far more threatening than the clean and antiseptic surroundings of this hospital delivery room.But nothing seemed to take the edge off his fears for Sasha and their baby.Nothing, that was, until Sasha gave one last shuddering groan—and a long, skinny object with a shock of dark hair emerged, shouting, into the world."It’s a boy!" beamed t
Kaleb snapped the light on, and through the blinking of her eyes in reaction Sasha saw him glaring at her as though she had just uttered the most awful blasphemy."No!" he roared.Sasha pretended surprise. "You don’t want to keep having sex?" "Yes!" "Kaleb, if you’re going to yell like a hooligan then I suggest you go back to sleep!""If you weren’t pregnant I’d put you over my knee!" he retorted."If I weren’t pregnant, then you wouldn’t be here, buddy!" "Says who?" "Says me!" "Oh, yes, I would!" he said fervently.There was a pause. "You would?" Sasha gulped."Of course I would! Because sooner or later I would have come to my senses and realized just how much I love you. And I do, Sasha. I love you very much." She gazed back at him, too scared to hope for what had always seemed like an unattainable dream. He’d said the words, and she believed that he meant them— but was there substance behind them? Enough to withstand all the tests that life threw in the path of love?She thou
He thrust harder this time and she felt the shudder roll through his body as he held himself deep inside her. He kissed her. Hungry. Passionate. With more desperation than she’d ever experienced from him. Their lovemaking had always been good, but he’d never lost control so quickly.She kissed him with just as much hunger, her hands sliding down his back and then up again to hold his head to hers.His hips trembled against her. They lay locked together, with him barely holding himself off her. Wanting that closeness to him—especially now— she urged him over to his side, rolling with him so they stayed together.Their limbs were tangled, their arms wrapped tightly around each other, and he was still pulsing deep inside her body. She tucked her head underneath his chin and breathed deeply of his scent, felt the erratic thump of his heart against her cheek.It was easy to forget all that had happened between them. It was easy to forget the pain and loneliness. It was easy to imagine that
The satin caught on her hard, erect nipples and he tugged insistently until one breast came completely free. He cupped the plump mound and then lowered his head, sucking the nipple into his mouth.A shot of adrenaline slivered through her veins, edgy and sharp. She twisted restlessly beneath him as he sucked harder. She plunged her fingers through his short, cropped hair and then gripped the back of his head, holding him in place as she silently begged for more.He pulled at her nipple, drawing his head back until the taut nub came free of his mouth. Then he lifted his gaze to meet hers and butterflies scuttled around her belly when she saw the look in his eyes.“I want to make love to you, Sasha. I need you so much. But I won’t do this if it’s only going to make things worse. You have to want this as much as I do.”“I want it more,” she said hoarsely. And that was the truth. She’d always wanted him more. Craved him. Missed him when he wasn’t with her. Seeing him now, having him over
"Kaleb!" She didn't think twice running toward him. "Fuck, you're definitely drunk! What were you thinking?" She was holding him, his arms around her shoulders, and hers around his waist."I'm not drunk," Kaleb hissed."Yeah, right. That's what all the drunkards say," she quipped while shutting the door behind them. "Let's get you to bed." She tried to scoot him toward the bed. But he didn't want to move. Instead, he took her in his arms, hugging her from behind, longingly. His hand slid to bump and he rubbed it gently. "Sasha," he uttered, his voice hoarse. She stilled in his brace. "Just for tonight, let's sleep together.""Sleep together?" Sasha murmured, her skin shuddered."Hmm," Kaleb replied, breathing into her hair."And then what?" Sasha asked gently, her chest rising and falling as she breathed. She loved being this closer to him. She still needed to feel him every single day. How stupid was she going to get? She could no longer understand."I don't know." Kaleb sighed, his
Kaleb sighed again. "No, I knew I wanted you. I just didn't think we would reach this stage, you know… With the baby and…" he ran his hand through his hair, "... I thought it wasn't a big deal, but it began to be, and I was going to tell you.""When?" Sasha breathed."I honestly don't know, Sasha," Kaleb said truthfully. "I don't want to lie to you. There were times when I almost did and then for some reason I… I couldn't… Or didn't… I don't know" It was difficult for Sasha to understand him, and even harder to understand herself. She was so weak over him. What was she seeing in him? Yes he was handsome, sexy, rich, but was that enough to totally go nuts over him?"No, the answer is simple, Kaleb ," she uttered. "You just enjoyed seeing what a fool I am for pulling off my pants for you every time despite knowing you had a girlfriend. Was it entertaining?" She wanted to release all her doubts."That never crossed my mind, Sasha, you're being unfair," Kaleb said, his voice hurt. "But
But other than being physical with him, was there anything else she was missing about him? She kept asking herself. When her phone buzzed again, she checked her phone quicker than she wanted.'All of it. I refuse to accept any of it, and that's why we should meet. We need to talk, and I'll personally make sure it happens, '"The audacity!" Sasha smirked when she read it. It was incredible how Kaleb kept exercising his controlling nature even in this situation. He was supposed to beg her, not ordering as he did. Sasha knew right from the start that avoiding Kaleb was impossible, but she still wanted to try. However, sooner or later she was going to face him, and it scared the hell out of her. He had become both her strength and weakness at the same time.She needed him to feel like someone had her back especially with the pregnancy and baby coming; and that was something Kaleb had done. She wanted someone to feel proud of her, and he'd shown that within a very short moment of their int
It was Clark's turn to look confused now. He frowned, "Oh gosh. It looks like I've said too much and caused some trouble, have I not?" "No… No, you didn't. I'm okay," Sasha said, her voice low. "Um, just get the stuff you came for. It's nice to meet you, Clark" Sasha hurried back to the bedroom. She was lost in this new information and she felt some kind of relief and rage at the same time. She remained in a bad mood the entire day, and she was in the living room when Kaleb finally returned from work. He was in the middle of a phone call, holding the phone to his ear with his shoulder as he closed the door behind him. He beamed ecstatically when he saw Sasha, and even motioned for her to move closer to give him a hug. Her heart flipped, but she strictly ignored his gesture, making him frown. She had no time to even admire his handsome face and exquisite suit that multiplied his hot looks. No distractions at the moment! She declared to herself. "Sorry, I have something important t
As he pushed closer still she trembled. He was so big and so strong and she was suddenly overwhelmed. But he moved so slowly, so carefully and then he kissed her again—in that deep, lush way, as if he’d wanted nothing more in all his life than to kiss her. As if she were the very oxygen he needed to survive. That was when everything melted within her and he slid to the hilt, so they were as deeply connected as they could possibly be. Her need coalesced again into a cascading reac-tion of movement. He pushed her to follow his sweet, hard, slick rhythm—into a dance she’d never known, but discovered she could do so damn well with him. His breathing roughened as she clutched him back, as she understood more the give and take, the meet and retreat of this magic. Together they moved faster, deeper…until she cried out as he brought unbearable, beautiful pleasure down upon her. As he broke through every last one of her boundaries to meet her right there—where there was light and heat and shee