Jerking away, she tried to push away, but he held her fast.
"Don't!"
His sharp tone had her angling her head to look at him.
"Don't spoil this, not now. We feel what we feel and there's nothing wrong with it." His eyes swirled with emotions.
"Like you said, we need to go. I have to..." her hand fluttered to touch her hair. "Do something with this."
He combed his fingers through the thick strands, watching in fascination as the silky length shimmered in the light. "I hope our children look like you."
She gave him a surprised look, refusing to be charmed by his words and the look on his face.
"Biracial children. They will have crazy hair and green eyes."
"I happen to have a fondness for mahogany brown." Tucking his fingers under her chin, he studied her eyes.
"Don't," she whispered.
"Don't what?"
"Stop looking at me like that."
"Like I want to devour you?" His voice had deepened. "I do. And I know you want the same thing. But obligations call and mother is a stickler for being punctual. We could swing by my place afterwards and you spend the night."
"I'm not shacking up with you." She turned so he could help her on with her coat.
"There's always a second option."
"Which would be?"
"Marriage darling," he whispered against her ear.
"We really should go."
He chuckled wryly as she slipped away from him.
"You're not going to be able to avoid the topic forever."
"Now is good enough," she retorted.
Chapter 5
He noticed her clenched fists from the corners of his eyes as he navigated the lazy Sunday afternoon traffic. His woman might play it tough and act as if she wasn't afraid, but he knew how vulnerable she was. And knowing it made him want to protect her from everything. He was fierce about that.
"Andreas is the oldest," he began casually, determined to put her at ease.
He slid her a glance as he stopped at the light, smiling at the look of confusion on her beautiful face. The green sweater dress paired with the tan boots made her look sophisticated. The shiny head of hair, brushed to one side, completed the picture. He felt the love swelling inside him.
"He's heading into forty and is married to Lori, his former admin assistant."
"Why-"
"They have two children," he rolled over her as the light turned green. "Dimitri is ten going on twenty, smart as a whip and a perfect foil for his vivacious and adorable sister Evangeline who is eight. She adores me."
He flashed her a grin, noticed that her hands had relaxed.
"Alexander comes next. He's thirty-eight. His wife is Grace, a former criminal defense attorney. They have two children too. Lucas, five and Iris, four."
