the hell could he be so careless to use the same condom more than once?
Reaching for her throughout the night without putting on a new condom had been foolish and irresponsible but he hadn’t thought to retrieve a new one. He was too far gone. That had never happened to him before. The need had been so powerful and urgent he couldn’t have stopped if his life depended on it. When it came to Nicole, his control was shot to hell and he wasn’t amused by the reality of the situation. Years ago, when he first saw her, he’d been bewildered and frustrated by the sexual intensity between them. The power she held was strong. She didn’t know that he was firmly in her grip.
For years he had practiced discipline whenever he was in her presence, but last night his resolve broke.
He’d finally lost control with the one woman he’d sworn to he wouldn’t. What happened to his plans to court her properly? From the first moment he kissed her last night and she accepted him, he knew that she was his forever.
She could be carrying his child and that would be disastrous,
not for him but for her. She would never forgive him for not giving her a
choice in the matter. But the image of Nicole swollen with his child caused
warmth to flow over him. His heart started a rapid beat. A surprised peace
settled in his chest and a need to see her.
For the first time in his life, he saw a future with a woman…the one he loved. He wanted it. But only with Nicole. A chance with Nicole wasn’t something he ever deemed possible. But now things had changed and he was going to take advantage of it. He wouldn’t mess it up. She was finally his.
His Nicole was independent, opinionated and stubborn. She
was nervous but that didn’t stop the little spitfire from putting him in his place.
She didn’t take any shit from him. He felt alive and whole again. She was
exactly what he wanted—what he needed.
He loved her so much and one day he hoped he would be able to tell her. The only cloud hanging was her belief that she was in love with Brent. He was her safe haven. Hell, he refused to believe that what she felt for his brother was anything else.
He knew she pretended to be sleep when he left the bed. She was feeling guilty about what had transpired between them. Because of guilt, she would rationalize and come to the conclusion she made a drastic mistake.
Hell, he could deal with her anger but he wouldn’t tolerate guilt. There was nothing to be guilty about. Brent was out of the picture.
He had been her first lover. No man would ever touch her but him.
His mind drifted to the first time he saw Nicole. When she’d
first arrived in Dallas, at fifteen, to live with her aunt, he’d been living Hong Kong. He didn’t get to meet her until two years later when the Hong Kong office had
been fully operational and he returned home to Dallas.
It had been a bright, sunny and extremely hot day when he’d
arrived at his parents’ house. Jet-lagged and irritable, he’d let his baby
sister, Gia talk him into dropping by to see the parents before he headed to
his penthouse.
Nicole had been laughing and playing touch football with
Brent and his friends on the back lawn of the mansion. He heard her before he
saw her, her laughter drawing him to the soothing sound of her voice. When he’d
rounded the side of the house, he’d stopped in his tracks when he’d actually
seen her face.
Her features were delicate with a button nose, and high arching cheekbones that had him squinting at the brightness of her beauty.
At the time, her hair had been thick and curly. It had made her look young and fresh. Now the natural look was gone replaced with flowing waves around her shoulders. From that moment, she captivated him and it only got worse as the years progressed.
No one saw him arrive. This gave him the opportunity to observe her unnoticed. When he heard her speak for the first time, the words riveted in the soft breeze , grabbed his heart and refused to let