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This was too unfamiliar. What the hell was she supposed to do now? A mate was one thing. She was getting used to the mate stuff. She was handling that, right?
Her hand dropped to her stomach again.
"I'm frightened," she whispered as she lifted her hand and stared back at Lance. Bitter amusement sliced through her. "I don't think I've ever been frightened before, Lance. "
She had shot her way out of the labs, and not once had she known fear. She had gone against serial rapists, killers, crime figures and Coyotes, and she had never batted an eye at the danger she faced. But the thought of a child was terrifying her. She fought back her tears as she glimpsed his expression. Anger lurked in his gaze, but overriding it was concern and dark determination.
Lance strode quickly across the room and folded her against his body, tucking her head against his chest as his arms held her close. God, how would he survive without her?
From first sight she had begun worming her way into his heart and taking over his soul. She breathed life into his world, and he had no intention of allowing anyone to take that from him. Not Jonas, not the unknown Dane and sure as hell not the Genetics Council. He felt her arms grip his back and the shudder that raced through her body as he pressed his face against her hair.
"Our child is going to be fine," he whispered. "We'll teach him how to play baseball and how to hunt. We'll learn how to bake brownies for him, and how to make him laugh. And we'll protect him, Harmony. I promise you. "
She trembled against him again, trying to duck her head as he leaned back to stare down at her.
"Trust me," he whispered.
Her face lifted, her eyes, those beautiful pale green cat's eyes, swimming with tears as she stared back at him.
"Being a woman sucks," she whispered. "I never had this problem until you. " He frowned in confusion. What the hell was she talking about?
"What problem?"
"Needing someone else," she whispered. "Needing him more than I need freedom or need to run. Needing him more than I need what I've fought for, for so long. " He smoothed her hair back from her face, feeling his chest tighten further as she broke his heart all over again. What other women took for granted—the love of a man, needing him, being close to him—his woman saw with an edge of wonder.
"I've always needed you," he told her softly. "I've dreamed of you. Heard your cries whispering to me and felt a hint of your touch in the breeze that caressed me. I always knew, baby. "
A tear fell from her eye. "I know how to take life, Lance. I don't know how to create life. " She was going to rip the heart from his chest. Lance lowered his hand to her abdomen, feeling the warmth of her flesh, the tremor of response to his touch.
''You've already created life," he whispered as he lowered his lips to her. "Beautiful sweet life, baby. "
Her lips opened for his as a little whimper escaped her throat. A sound filled with vulnerable need and aching hunger. A hunger he knew she felt solely for him. This was his woman, his mate. And by God, he would keep her safe.
But he had to taste her now. Her lips opened for him, taking his kiss as he felt her melt against him. Melt into him.
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She was lost in Lance's touch. Her hands pressed against his chest, once again drawing in his warmth, feeling the heated passion of his body and more. She could feel his protectiveness, the dominant inclination to shelter her, to ease her as his arms wrapped around her and pleasure began to build inside her.
One of
his large, calloused palms slid into her hair, tugging at the strands as heated arcs of electric sensation began to whip through her nerve endings.
Oh, she liked this. This was pleasure. This was more pleasure than any one person should have to fear for, a pleasure she knew she would never again be able to live without.
"I want to take you home," he whispered against her lips again. "I want to be inside you, Harmony. I want to feel you hot and wet, gripping me as you scream beneath me. " Harmony felt her pussy clench in response.
"We could lock the office door. " She tried to capture his lips once again, to submerge herself in the pleasure and emotions that she only felt with Lance.
He chuckled as he pulled back farther. "No more office sex," he growled. "I won't be able to walk when we're finished, let alone drive if that wicked little pussy of yours clamps down on me again like it did last night. You left me a wasted shell of a man, baby. "
She ran her hands over his chest, then to the powerful muscles of his arms.
"You don't feel like a shell," she whispered. "You feel hard and ready for me. But if you insist, I'll drive for you. "
She almost laughed at the indecision on his face for a fleeting second. Then his expression creased into a smile as he shook his head slowly.
"We go home. " He gave his head a quick, hard shake as he stepped back from her.
