How would she know what he would or wouldn’t do? She’d only spent one week with the man. It had been the most memorable week of her life though, which frightened her. She had a bad feeling he wasn’t going to be easy to forget. It had already been five months and she still had erotic dreams.
“This is my child, make no mistakes about that,” she snapped right back. She couldn’t believe this person she was becoming. Normally, she would’ve been quivering in her boots at the look on his face. She’d always been the first to back down and that’s how it had always been so easy for people to walk over her. She figured the pregnancy had brought out her protective instincts.
“We will get married,” he demanded of her. She looked at him like he had lost his mind. There was no way she’d marry him. He was everything she’d vowed to stay away from in a man. If she did marry, it would be to someone like Damien, someone kind and understanding. She wouldn’t marry someone who openly deceived her and she wouldn’t marry just because she got pregnant.
“You need to understand this really quickly, Mr. Titan,” she said with sarcasm, “I won’t marry you, ever,” she finished and tugged at her arm again. He wasn’t hurting her in any way but the grip was firm and he didn’t seem to be in any hurry to let her go.
“You didn’t call me Mr. Titan when you were screaming out my name in passion,” he said to her, taking more offense to the formal name than any of her other words. She narrowed her eyes further at him. She didn’t need to be reminded of how she’d behaved on that island. There must have been something in the water because she’d done things there she’d never even begin to think about doing in the real world.
“I didn’t know that was who you were,” she told him.
“You’re seriously the most frustrating woman I ‘ve ever had to deal with,” he almost shouted at her.
“Then stop dealing with me and go away,” she yelled back.
They glared at one another, neither willing to back down. They were both breathing hard as the silence drug on. Drew suddenly pulled her up against him and crushed his lips down on hers. She was too shocked to react at first and stood there like a rag doll, as his tongue rubbed over her lips, looking for a way to enter.
When she came out of her shock, she pushed against him for about three seconds, before the heat started to pool in her stomach and thighs. She hadn’t been kissed like that for five months and her hormones were all over the place with the pregnancy. Her anger quickly changed to an all-consuming passion as his lips continued to stroke hers, while his hands rubbed up and down her back.
His own temper had seemed to evaporate as he continued to stroke her body and mouth. She gasped as a current of electricity shot down her core, making her knees go weak. The gasp was all he needed to slip his tongue inside. He tangled it with hers and the fire built up to an inferno inside of her.
She was no longer trying to push him away but clutching him closer to her. She forgot about the fight, her anger, or even who she was, as he deepened the kiss. His hands moved down to grip her backside and pull her up against his very obvious arousal. Her stomach was sticking out but not so far yet that she couldn’t feel his impressive erection pressing into her. Within minutes she wanted him.
He backed her up against her counter and lifted her, so he could slide between her legs. He never broke contact with her lips. She had never been so devoured in her life and she didn’t have any desire for it to end. There really was a very thin line between anger and passion and she had crossed it without any thought.
He spread her legs apart, pressing himself up close against her, as he continued with the heart-stopping kiss. Her hands circled up, around his neck, while her fingers dove into his thick hair. She tugged on the strands, pulling him closer to her. He growled in his throat as he gladly obliged her unspoken request. In the back of her mind, there was a voice shouting at her to stop but she didn’t want to listen. She wanted to keep feeling the exquisite pleasure he was bringing her needy body.
He slipped his hand up under her blouse, running his fingers over the bump of her stomach and up to her aching br**sts. She groaned in need as his hand rubbed over her ni**les, poking through her thin bra. He tested their weight and groaned again as he felt their increased size spilling out into the palm of his hand. He pinched her ni**les and she almost released right there on the counter. She’d been responsive to him before but it was nothing in comparison to what she was feeling now.
He moved his hands down, towards her skirt and started pushing it up out of the way. They had both forgotten they were in a public place, where anyone could walk in. They just needed to relieve the intense pressure building in their bodies. She needed this; she deserved this, what could one more time hurt?
The phone suddenly rang, bringing Trinity back to reality. It kept ringing and she suddenly pulled back, realizing where she was and what she was doing. She gasped in shock as she looked up into Drew’s desire filled eyes. His hands were still holding her close and he was bending his head to take her lips back with his.
The phone had done nothing to dampen his desire and he was ready to continue where they’d left off, before the interruption. Without realizing what she was doing, her hand came up and slapped him hard across the cheek. The sound echoed through the small shop and Trinity sat there, stunned she’d just done that. She was too shocked to say anything and stared at him open-mouthed.
The slap seemed to clear his head because he took a step back, as he looked at her in anger. He couldn’t believe she’d hit him again and he had actually allowed it. If any other woman had done such a thing to him, he would’ve walked out the door without a backward glance but he couldn’t seem to stay away from her. He may have deserved it at the resort but not this time, she had been just as hungry for him as he was for her.
“Did you get it all out?” he asked her in a deadly calm voice, which was far more frightening than if he were yelling.
She had her hand over her mouth in shock. She really hadn’t meant to do that. She couldn’t blame him for the passionate kissing, as she had done nothing to stop it until the phone rang. She was still furious with him but she’d been just as excited as he had.
“I…I didn’t mean to do that,” she finally managed to stutter. He rubbed his cheek and raised his brows at her.
“It sure as hell feels like you meant to do it and you put your full weight into it,” he said with a smirk. He was regaining his composure and once again acting like the one in control. She narrowed her eyes as he mentioned her growing weight. She then put her hand protectively over her stomach, reminding them both she carried a child in there.