"I often wondered what I did to deserve someone like you."
His breath hitched as emotions stormed through him. It was not like her to come up with sentiments. In fact, she avoided it asmuch as possible. Which makes what she says every bit more potent.
"You deserve me."
He turned her to face him and could not resist closing his mouth on hers.
"I deserve you."
Everyone in the pub faded as he was drawn into her.
"My sweet Kiara. The heart of me."
He took the kiss deeper and had her practically drowning. Sensations hit him like a ton of bricks. The taste, scent and texture of her lips. He tried to identify, to separate them, but his mind was a muddle.
He who had been with several women was bowled over, vanquished by this one petite woman who had taken over his life. The sound of laughter filtered through his mind and the fog of desire overwhelming him.
It would not do well to make love to her right out in the open in his own bloody pub. With that in mind, he ended the kiss and placed his forehead on hers.
Taking deep breaths, he closed his eyes and rubbed his hands up and down her arms.
"All right."
Lifting his head, he stroked her cheek.
"You undo me. Let's go home."
"Want some tea?"
"No."
"Some juice? A glass of milk?"
She rolled her eyes at him. All during the drive back to the house, they had avoided touching each other.
"Really?"
"I don't want to hurt you."
She stared at him curiously as she tried to steady her racing heart.
"What..."
"I'm going to come at you like an animal in heat."
He took several steps back, hands clenched at his sides.
"You know the first time we..."
"We tore into each other and that was not the first time."
She stopped and shook her head when he stepped back.
"It's what we do."
"You're pregnant. With twins."
"So what? You're not going to make love to me..."
