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“You are going to make an excellent parent. I could say the same thing about myself, considering who I had for parents, but I am determined to do better. Do you want to carry my child, sweetheart?”
She was melting under his touch and the look in his eyes and could scarcely think. He was doing things to her insides that made it hard for her to think beyond what she was feeling.
“Yes.” She whispered. “Earl, kiss me, please.”
When he did, she dissolved.
Chapter 13
“Is this the plan? Keep me naked for the entire day?”
Leaning against the wall, he plucked a fat green grape off the bunch and fed her with it. They had migrated from the bedroom to the living room where she made them breakfast wearing only one of his extremely expensive and very soft cashmere sweaters and nothing else.
Instead of eating in the kitchen or the formal dining room, he insisted they ate on a blanket in front of the fire in the living room. He had dragged on a pair of sweatpants, leaving his upper body bare. She could not stop staring at the impressive chest with its dusting of dense dark hairs.
“I suggested we go out, but you refused.”
She watched as he bit into an apple, his strong white teeth crunching on the fruit.
“That’s because I did not bring any extra clothing.”
His thick brows elevated. “Oh, was that the reason?”
“I am sticking to it.” He had made love to her until she was pleasantly satiated and drowsy from his ardent and sometimes hungry lovemaking. Her hair was in a tangled mess, but she was confident enough in his attention that she did not even care.
“Did you buy her a ring?” She studiously studied her fingernails to avoid looking at him.
“No. I was about to.”
She looked at him then. “You were in love with her.”
“I thought I was. What is it, Cathy?”
She shrugged. “You might wake up one morning to discover that this is not really love.”
His face hardened. “You think I am a moron.”
“No. That’s not…”
“You are thinking that I have been so starved for real affection that I have a problem deciding what’s real and what’s just superficial.”
“Earl…”
“I assure you, I am quite capable of telling the difference.” His voice had become icy.
“Are you done?”
“Far from it.”
“Look, I know you are pissed…”
“What gave it away?”
“Will you stop!” Sitting up, she dragged impatient fingers through her hair, wincing when it dragged against her scalp. Pulling the blankets up, she covered her breasts. “I have a right to be afraid. I already told you what I went through with guys, and you are Earl Drummond, gorgeous and God!” She closed her eyes briefly.
“What you did to me in bed and here…” She swept a hand to encompass the vicinity. “There is no way on earth a woman in her right mind would ever want to give you up.”
She swallowed the lump in her throat. “And if I get in too deep and find out you are doing that with someone else, I am going to die, but first, I am going to hack off your very impressivedick and then murder the woman you are doing it with. Do you understand what I am trying to say?”