pictures of you, instead of Viagra.”
Only a horny idiot would get turned on by her excess tonnage. Of course, a slight breeze could excite Nick. His not-so-little soldier had spent so much of their marriage standing at attention she could barely recall what El Capitán looked like at ease. Obviously he hoped his flattery would tempt her to fall flat on her back for him the way she always had.
From day one, she’d been so hungry for Nick’s love that even the most trivial compliment left her giddy and eager to please him. No way was she letting that happen again. She would resist him even if her frustration killed her.
Which it probably would.
Shivering, she spun to face him, determined to deflate his monumental ego. “Obviously, your libido still isn’t very choosey. Just so you know, if I decide to have another baby with anyone, it’ll be with your brother.”
Nick’s jaw visibly clenched, suggesting her announcement piqued him as much as she’d hoped it would. “Rethinking your choice fifteen years ago?”
“No. I’d want Justin as my child’s father purely because half his HLA haplotypes are compatible to our daughter’s.”
“Are you sure? Remember, he’s only my half-brother.”
“I’m positive. The haplotypes you passed on to Dani came from your mother. Your brother’s screening tests showed he inherited them from her as well, so he has the same twenty-five percent odds as you do for giving me a child who could help Dani.”
“Not as long as I’m still breathing,” he muttered through his teeth.
“Then you, my dear EX -husband, may need resuscitation. Because you lost the right to say a blessed thing about whom I choose to sleep with.”
“Really?” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Last time I checked, the First Amendment was still intact and guarantees my right to free speech.”
“Speak all you like. Just remember our divorce decree also gives me the freedom to ignore you.” She smirked, reveling in her small but satisfying victory. “Anyway,” she said, deftly changing the subject to offer him the chance to retreat gracefully, “was there a specific reason you stopped at the school?”
“Yes.” He smiled, clearly appreciating her conciliatory gesture. “When I got to the house, I remembered we’d upgraded the locks. I figured I’d borrow your key and surprise Dani when she gets home.”
Sam glanced at her watch. “She’ll be getting off the school bus at any minute, so you don’t need a key. But you’ll still be a surprise. I haven’t told her you’re moving back yet.”
“Good. I was hoping you hadn’t said anything to her.”
When a flash of gold on his left hand glinted in the sunlight streaming through the door, she grabbed his wrist. The pale skin around the edge of his wedding ring proved he hadn’t recently put it back on. “Why are you still wearing that?”
“Why wouldn’t I? You and the law might not consider me your husband, Sammy, but in my eyes and the Church’s, you’ll always be my wife.”
This wasn’t an issue she wanted to debate right now. “If you don’t mind, I need to go back to work. I’ll be home in about an hour.”
Before she could turn away, he captured her in his muscular arms, and his mouth covered hers, teasing her lips in a long, seductive kiss that left her body screaming, Oh, yes, more please!
Why couldn’t Adam incite these delicious tingles or leave her weak in the knees?
A single flick of Nick’s tongue reminded her of all the intimate places he loved to explore with it. Naughty places, where no self-respecting lady should enjoy being kissed as much as she did —despite that his mouth made her feel wanton and desperate for him to continue.
He slowly drew back and whispered, “ Contaré los minutos .”
Her breath stalled in her throat. Counting the minutes ? After being apart for so long, one would think she’d be desensitized to his Latin charisma by now. But no—Nick’s insidious, seductive
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