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She giggled. “Now that I can’t argue with.”
He grabbed her and rolled her underneath him, pressing that big package he had every reason to brag about against her pussy.
Stroking her hair off her face, he stared down at her. “I’m smart. Funny.”
“You’re funny every time you walk into the she-shed and shudder at all the girly flowers.”
His lips quirked. “I’m handy.”
“Mm. Maybe I need to see more of this handiwork.”
His expression grew serious, those gray eyes darkening. “Demi, I can and will protect you and the baby.”
She gulped. Her lover had the market on being a deadly weapon cornered.
Gliding that hand, that could maim or kill, down her body with such extreme tenderness raised chills all over her body. When he ducked his head and captured her lips, she breathed a sigh of surrender.
He lifted his head. “Does that mean you’ll date me?”
“We’re putting the cart before the horse, aren’t we? Drinking the milk before buying the cow.”
His teeth flashed in a grin. “I like these comparisons. Got any more?”
She laughed, low and throaty with desire. “I’m still thinking about that ‘above average’ comment.”
With a moan, he claimed her mouth in a kiss that melted her resistance all over again.
There may be no escape from the way he made her body come alive—and she didn’t even want to. But now she had a bigger worry.
How was she going to shield her heart from him?
Chapter Ten
Ledger moved around Demi’s small galley kitchen with ease. From range to refrigerator, he pulled out the fixings for omelets while she sat at the table for two and did that glowing thing.
He’d noticed her beauty from the minute he spotted her sitting in his preferred booth at Badlands. That night, he’d kissed as much of her stunning, clear skin as possible.
His favorite patch just happened to be between her legs.
His cock stirred again. Even after taking her twice, he still wanted her. And from what he’d heard about pregnant women, her desire would only increase as the pregnancy progressed.
Cracking an egg into a bowl one-handedly, he slanted a sideways look at her. She watched him.
“How did you learn how to cook?”
He cracked another egg into the bowl. “Who said I can cook?”
“Well, you seem to know your eggs.”
“I spent a lot of time alone in the mountains of California. I ate a lot of eggs.”
“So you’re a one-hit wonder in the kitchen.”
He chuckled. “Why do you think I’m so good at takeout?”
As he whisked the eggs using a fork, she sat back in the chair, arms crossed over her middle. The protective pose she adopted, as if cradling their child growing within her, sent a spear of warmth to his heart.
“What made you choose California?”
