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chubby little cheeks pushed in and out as his mouth worked about his thumb. His arm was curled around a well-loved puppy doll.
    Hannah pulled up the boy’s sheets, covering him before she leant down, brushing away a fallen curl from his forehead. The child sighed and rolled over, taking his puppy and sheets with him again.
    A mother’s love—the same look he had seen on Anna’s face as she had held her new children—showed on Hannah’s at that moment. It warmed him in a way he had never thought possible.
    He stepped forward and placed an arm around her waist as he moved up behind her, aligning his body with hers. She stiffened for a moment before she leant back into him, her head resting for a moment on his shoulder as they simply watched her son sleep.
    Andrew could not say how long they stood there, but after some time she shifted her hand to his where it rested over the flat of her belly, taking it in her own. Hannah led them out, leaving the heavy wooden door ajar, as it had been when they had come upon it, then proceeded down the hall.
    A lamp sat just inside the final door on the right. Soft yellows and flowers decorated the room upon a quick inspection, but it was the large four-poster bed in its centre that dominated the room and his attention.
    Hannah turned once they were inside, and dropped his hand to clutch hers before her. Her gaze dropped to the ground for a moment before she looked up at him. Vulnerability shone brightly in her eyes. It pained him to see it on her exquisite features.
    He pushed the door closed behind him. The latch, as it clicked closed, sounded loud in the quiet room. The gentle crackling of the grated fire was all he could hear.
    “Did you mean it?” she asked softly.
    “Mean what?”
    “Pleasure. You can show it to me?”
    His heart stopped for a moment, only to kick back with double force. “I did.”
    She offered a slow nod, her gaze flicking to the lamp beside him. “Turn it off.”
    “The lamp?”
    She nodded.
    “I want to see you, Hannah. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever beheld.”
    She closed her eyes for a moment before reopening them. “Please.”
    He frowned, but he turned and did as she’d requested. One step at a time , he reminded himself.
    Darkness hit them suddenly when he turned down the flame. The quarter moon was out and, while it illuminated little, it was enough for him to see her, make her out in the shadows. She had not moved.
    Andrew walked forward, stopping a breath before her. He made no move to touch her, for, once he did, he knew he would not be able to stop.
    “Are you sure this is what you want, Hannah?” he asked, hoping very much that it was. It would pain him to walk away from her, away from the future his mind was attempting to carve. How could it be? How could he have gone from being tired of women—their games and mindless drivel—to this woman, one who challenged him and played on his mind regardless of day or night?
    “I want to feel the way I do when you touch me,” she whispered.
    He closed his eyes and leant forward, his breath coming against the barrier of her collarbone. Her breathing deepened, raising her hand to his shoulder, her delicate fingers clenching him in anticipation of what was to come.
    “And how do I make you feel, Hannah?” he said into the hollow at the base of her throat.
    “Free,” she murmured, before he allowed his tongue to lick along the indent of her neck and shoulder. “Pleasure,” she uttered as he finally permitted himself to move his hand to her waist, shaping her broad hips before it travelled to her rear. “Desired.”
    Andrew paused, a soft growl emerging from his lips. How she had been wronged. There was not a woman on this earth he wanted more than her. “You are desired more than you know. Never doubt it,” he said. His kisses shifted along her soft, flawless skin, down to the mounds of her breasts. He let his lips wander over the softness, mapping the curves with his breath,