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Authors: Leanne Banks
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She didn't need to imagine. Reality was clouding her head enough.
"Never before?" he asked.
"No," Martina said, feeling her cheeks heat self-consciously. "I think I may have seen something about it in one of the pregnancy books I read."
"Really! What did it say?"
"I don't remember much. I think I skimmed that part, but the point is—"
"What do you remember?"
Martina sighed, wishing she could transport herself to Anywhere- elseville . "It just said something about how women's breasts are sometimes more sensitive during pregnancy and some women have been known to have orgasms just by…" Help!
"By touching," he finished. "With hands or mouth."
Martina felt his words like a touch and her body remembered his recent caresses. She shook her head. "This is crazy. You've got to stop."
"Why?" he asked in an irritatingly calm voice.
"Because we're not right for each other, and—"
"Why?" he asked again.
"Well, there's the fact that your family hates mine and mine hates yours."
"But I don't hate you, and you don't hate me," he said. "So why are we not right for each other? What don't you like about me?"
Martina blinked. He'd taken her off guard again.
"You don't like the way I look?"
Her gaze helplessly fell over his strong body and chiseled facial features. "I, uh…" She swallowed. "I don't not like the way you look."
His lips twitched at her grudging response, but he continued. "Do I not turn you on sexually?"
She cleared her throat. She couldn't very well deny he turned her on after the way she'd just responded to him. "I, uh…" She exhaled in frustration. "Yes, of course you turn me on. I don't think I'd be pregnant if you didn't."
He nodded. "Then it must be my personality, the way I think and act."
Unable to bear the riot her emotions were causing inside her, Martina stood. "No, I like…" She trailed off, confused and frustrated. Noah's personality was what never failed to bowl her over, but she couldn't tell him that. "Yes, that's it. You're just too damn smart," she said angrily. "And intuitive. You're too intuitive. And you argue with me too much."
Noah stood. "You would have no use for a man who didn't meet you head-to-head and toe-to-toe. You're too strong a woman not to demand strength in your man."
Frustration roared through her and another spate of tears threatened. Martina bit her lip, refusing to cry. Heaven help her, this man knew her better than she'd realized. What in hell was she going to do?
He gave her an assessing gaze. "You look like you could use some time to yourself."
He was right. And wrong. But she latched on to the offer. "Yes, thank you."
"Anything else?" he asked.
"Anything else what?" she asked, still confused.
"Is there anything else you need?"
Martina refused to think about what he said anymore. If she did, she feared her brain would explode. "Cheesecake," she said. "I need cheesecake."
He gave her an odd look, then shrugged. "Okay. I brought something for the baby, but I left it in the truck. I'll be back in a minute."
Curious but wary, Martina followed him to the door.
Remaining on the porch, he opened the door and gave her a CD. "It's Mozart," he said. "There've been studies done that suggest listening to Mozart can increase a child's intelligence."
Touched, Martina scanned the CD. He was thinking about the baby even when he wasn't here with her.
"I don't want to try to make Super Baby, but if a little music will make life nicer for her…" He shrugged.
"Him," Martina corrected.
"We'll see," he said with a knowing grin. " G'night . I'll call you."
" G'night ," Martina echoed, and fought a hint of a bereft feeling as she watched him leave. Closing the door and locking it, she opened the CD and put it on, allowing the music to wash over her. Too restless for sleep and leery of the dreams she might have, she poured herself some fruit juice and returned to her computer. She needed to lose herself in her work. She needed to lose herself in something besides
"Never before?" he asked.
"No," Martina said, feeling her cheeks heat self-consciously. "I think I may have seen something about it in one of the pregnancy books I read."
"Really! What did it say?"
"I don't remember much. I think I skimmed that part, but the point is—"
"What do you remember?"
Martina sighed, wishing she could transport herself to Anywhere- elseville . "It just said something about how women's breasts are sometimes more sensitive during pregnancy and some women have been known to have orgasms just by…" Help!
"By touching," he finished. "With hands or mouth."
Martina felt his words like a touch and her body remembered his recent caresses. She shook her head. "This is crazy. You've got to stop."
"Why?" he asked in an irritatingly calm voice.
"Because we're not right for each other, and—"
"Why?" he asked again.
"Well, there's the fact that your family hates mine and mine hates yours."
"But I don't hate you, and you don't hate me," he said. "So why are we not right for each other? What don't you like about me?"
Martina blinked. He'd taken her off guard again.
"You don't like the way I look?"
Her gaze helplessly fell over his strong body and chiseled facial features. "I, uh…" She swallowed. "I don't not like the way you look."
His lips twitched at her grudging response, but he continued. "Do I not turn you on sexually?"
She cleared her throat. She couldn't very well deny he turned her on after the way she'd just responded to him. "I, uh…" She exhaled in frustration. "Yes, of course you turn me on. I don't think I'd be pregnant if you didn't."
He nodded. "Then it must be my personality, the way I think and act."
Unable to bear the riot her emotions were causing inside her, Martina stood. "No, I like…" She trailed off, confused and frustrated. Noah's personality was what never failed to bowl her over, but she couldn't tell him that. "Yes, that's it. You're just too damn smart," she said angrily. "And intuitive. You're too intuitive. And you argue with me too much."
Noah stood. "You would have no use for a man who didn't meet you head-to-head and toe-to-toe. You're too strong a woman not to demand strength in your man."
Frustration roared through her and another spate of tears threatened. Martina bit her lip, refusing to cry. Heaven help her, this man knew her better than she'd realized. What in hell was she going to do?
He gave her an assessing gaze. "You look like you could use some time to yourself."
He was right. And wrong. But she latched on to the offer. "Yes, thank you."
"Anything else?" he asked.
"Anything else what?" she asked, still confused.
"Is there anything else you need?"
Martina refused to think about what he said anymore. If she did, she feared her brain would explode. "Cheesecake," she said. "I need cheesecake."
He gave her an odd look, then shrugged. "Okay. I brought something for the baby, but I left it in the truck. I'll be back in a minute."
Curious but wary, Martina followed him to the door.
Remaining on the porch, he opened the door and gave her a CD. "It's Mozart," he said. "There've been studies done that suggest listening to Mozart can increase a child's intelligence."
Touched, Martina scanned the CD. He was thinking about the baby even when he wasn't here with her.
"I don't want to try to make Super Baby, but if a little music will make life nicer for her…" He shrugged.
"Him," Martina corrected.
"We'll see," he said with a knowing grin. " G'night . I'll call you."
" G'night ," Martina echoed, and fought a hint of a bereft feeling as she watched him leave. Closing the door and locking it, she opened the CD and put it on, allowing the music to wash over her. Too restless for sleep and leery of the dreams she might have, she poured herself some fruit juice and returned to her computer. She needed to lose herself in her work. She needed to lose herself in something besides
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