The Baby Bargain
sweet, somewhat timid
     girl he remembered? Vanished. This woman invaded him with the same fierce passion.
     Her hands slid around him, snaking beneath his shirt to knead his back.
    More. It wasn’t enough.
    Adam broke the kiss, every cell in his body aching, needing. Wanting. She’d never
     been this fiery, this responsive. Oh, she’d been hot in that girl-next-door way. But
     this?
    The woman of his most erotic dreams. She touched him like she couldn’t get enough.
     He began working the buttons on her shirt, the filmy material slowly parting. Revealing
     more, and then more, until he pushed it off her shoulders. Leaving her in a tiny,
     light green bra.
    Blood roared in his ears and his arousal strained against his pants. But this was
     not about him. No, tonight was all about Megan. She was fuller than he remembered,
     spilling over the cups just enough to drive him crazy. Molding his hands to her flesh,
     he felt the silky coolness of her bra against the heat of her skin. He brushed his
     thumbs over her nipples through the material.
    She tightened her thighs around his hips in response.
    It finally got through to his overheated brain that she was tugging on his shirt,
     trying to get it off.
    Adam reached back, grabbed a handful of material and pulled it off. Tossed it…somewhere.
     Didn’t know, didn’t care, his attention was on her.
    “Meg.”
    “Adam.”
    He pushed her back until she rested on her elbows. Her hair spread out on the dark
     table like rivers of red and gold. She stared at him, her mouth slightly parted, her
     breath coming fast.
    She was so damned beautiful it made his chest ache. He never wanted Meg to know what
     he truly was. The child his parents hated, and how much that hatred drove him to prove
     how worthy he was.
    She’d thought he was a patriot. Out saving the world.
    Jesus, he’d never let her find out what was out there, the human monsters that did
     unspeakable things to one another. Meg needed to be exactly where she was, in this
     quaint town, saving her animals and being…
    Meg.
    He couldn’t have her forever, was too fucked up to have any woman or family in his
     life. But for this short time? It was a gift, and he’d walk away, knowing he’d treated
     her right. Given her the only good thing left in him, the ability to bring her pleasure.
    “Let me give you this.” He pushed her back and caged her on the table with his arms.
     Then he kissed her.

Chapter Six
    Megan was on sensory overload. Adam surrounded her, his hard chest and taut stomach
     pressing against her, showing her his strength.
    His mouth, oh God he tasted of dark chocolate and a flavor so erotic, it made her
     frantic. Dimly, she remembered the no-sex promise. As she ran her hands over his back,
     all that warm, rugged skin, her fingers tripping over ridges of muscles and catching
     on old scars, she was glad he’d forgotten it. Trailing down over his belt to feel
     his tight butt in his jeans, she admitted the truth to herself.
    She needed this. Wanted him. And just for this short while, she gave herself over
     to it.
    His thick arousal pressed through their jeans. He slid down, his hardness leaving
     her hot center. His mouth trailed over her jaw, into the curve of her neck. His tongue
     hot and wet. Shivers danced over her skin. Then he rose, hovering a few inches over
     her. Cool air rushed in and she squeezed her eyes shut, her fingers digging into his
     waist, trying to bring him back.
    She wasn’t ready for this to end. Not yet. “Adam.” She forced her eyes open, looked
     down at him.
    The intensity of his stare, the harsh need pulled his face tight. “Let me. I need
     to taste you. This…” He leaned on one arm, drew his other hand over her bare shoulder,
     trailing over her skin with wicked heat, to the front clasp of her bra. He popped
     it open and drew the material apart. He cupped one breast, sliding the pad of his
     thumb over her nipple. Hot sensations shot through her, making her

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