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hungry as he felt.
    He reached for her and tugged her toward him. “How positive?”
    â€œThis positive.”
    Her arms came around his neck and she pulled him down so she could take his mouth in a blistering kiss. How was it possible? Back in November she was supposed to have been a one-night stand, and yet the morning after when he’d discovered her gone, he had wanted her every bit as much as the first time he set eyes on her. Then when he’d found her again, he’d tried to sate his need for her—several times, in fact—and it still didn’t make a bit of difference to how he felt now.
    One touch and he was desperate to have her again. She was pregnant with his child and all he could think was thank God he didn’t need a condom, since he sure as hell didn’t have one on him.
    He tore off his suit coat and tossed it into the back of the car, followed by the purse she’d placed as a barrier between them. He must have missed the seat because he could hear the bounce and spill of the contents. Later. They could reorganize later. Right now, he needed to touch her. Kiss her. Feel her silken flesh under his hands and wrapped around his body.
    The buttons of her blouse surrendered beneath his assault, and he next tackled the tiny catch of her bra. Why the hell didn’t they make the fastening large enough for a man to unhook it without requiring a magnifying glass and surgical instruments? Finally the scrap of silk and lace parted, allowing him to stroke the fullness of her breasts.
    She moaned into his mouth and he pulled back slightly, not certain if the sound was one of pain or pleasure. “Am I hurting you?”
    â€œNot really. My breasts are sensitive, but good sensitive if you know what I mean.”
    â€œNot even a little, but if it feels good that’s all that matters.”
    â€œIt feels wonderful.”
    Chase pulled Emma up and over the small console thatseparated the two seats so she sat on his lap, facing him, her legs parted and resting on either side of his. The flowing silk of her skirt rode high on her thighs. Her blouse hung open and her sweet breasts trembled in front of him, just at kissing height. He took immediate advantage.
    Her head fell back and another moan sighed from between her lips. He slipped a finger along her velvety inner thigh to the crotch of her panties and dipped inward. She instantly came apart in his hands. He didn’t think he’d ever seen anything more glorious.
    He started to reach for the zip of his trousers, then hesitated. Instead his hands slipped farther upward beneath her skirt and splayed across her abdomen. He found it almost impossible to believe that his child dwelled there, safe and snug, and not much larger than the lima bean it resembled.
    Chase leaned in and pressed his mouth to the section of skirt covering their child. “Hey, bean,” he whispered.
    The full ramifications hit him then and he closed his eyes and rested his head back against the leather seat. A baby. Dear God, a baby. He looked at Emma. Her mouth and cheeks were ripe with color, and passion glittered in those gorgeous forget-me-not eyes. Even knowing she carried his child, he still wanted to make love to her.
    â€œI can’t remember the last time I did this in a car,” he murmured.
    â€œI can. Right here on my eighteenth birthday.” She winced, the memory causing the desire to leach from her. “Dear heavens, what in the world am I doing?”
    â€œMaking love,” he offered helpfully. Or maybe it was hopefully.
    She pulled back and swept the edges of her blouse closed. “Making love. In a car in the middle of the day on top of Busted Bluff. Pregnant, no less.”
    â€œSeems appropriate, don’t you think?”
    She laughed despite herself. “Not even a little,” she informed him with mock severity.
    She scrambled off his lap and climbed over the console, back into the driver’s seat,