Sasha curved a hand around her stomach, trying to be generous, to remember he was shocked, that she’d had time to adjust to this news and he was being presented with it all now. "Really?" She arched her brow. "But it is," He swore and moved towards a bar in the corner, pulling out two bottles of mineral water. He stalked towards her and held one out and she took it without thinking, her fingers curving over the top, but she didn't drink it. She watched him take several gulps of the liquid before he dropped the bottle. "I can't…. I can’t be a father. I'm not ready to be one. I didn't plan to be one right now," Kaleb was madder than hell. It was so obvious: she had put him squarely in the frame as the father. No woman had enraged and inflamed him as comprehensively as Sasha. He had tried to put her out of his mind, but his body would not let him, a galling admission to make, but not one he intended to act on. His dark eyes raked assessingly over her. The tiny white shorts she wore hu

In that moment she felt really close to him. How peculiar that a simple hug could be infinitely more intimate than full-scale sex. She pulled away— knowing that it was dangerous to attach more than she should to small acts of support. You’d...better go… and me too. I should leave," "Yes." But he seemed strangely reluctant to move. "I'll walk you to your car," Silently, Sasha followed him. They walked silently to her car and he opened the door for her. She slipped inside and he stared at her for a while, "Goodnight, Sasha" he said at last. "When will I see you?" Funny, too, that her new-found ‘condition’ gave her the right to ask questions like this. "I don’t know," he told her. "I honestly don’t know." —-------------- Just as soon as Kaleb had left, Sasha was asking herself why on earth she’d been so passive. She shouldn’t have asked when she was going to see him. She should have demanded to know! Because things needed to be decided. Like what official story they were goi

He moved his face closer, and Sasha felt helpless beneath a gaze so probing it made her feel that he could look into her mind and read every thought there.Could he tell that she wanted him with an urgency which had her fingers itching to pull his face down to hers? To meet and meld with those sweet, hard lips which would open under pressure... She swallowed down her desire with difficulty and wriggled out of his grip."We have to be positive," he whispered. "Both of us."She nodded her head. "I know we do." His eyes blazed. "I don’t want you to worry, Sasha. Not about anything. Do you understand?" The attack of lust passed as quickly as it had arrived, in time for her to realize that he was talking to her as if she had just had her brain removed. "But I’m not worried!" she protested. "Honestly!" He shook his head, as if he thought she was just reassuring him for the sake of it, to be polite. "Well, I am," he said flatly."You’re worried?" "Yes, I am." She looked at him expectant

He was gentle with her because she was pregnant, but there was no hesitation in his movement as he pulled her down on top of him, feeling the lush resistance of her ripening flesh against the sudden hard throbbing of his." Maybe I think I can change your mind," came his soft groan as he tangled his fingers in her French plait and brought her mouth down to his.He kissed her, and that was all he did. He didn’t grapple with her clothing or try to explore the contours of her body. Just lay there with his fingers nonchalantly threaded into her hair, his lips alternatively sweet and soft and hard and hungry. It was both passive and seeking. Innocent and immensely experienced. It was a slow, drugging seduction and it was entirely new to her. And Sasha was completely unprepared for its impact. With Kaleb everything had always been so hot and immediate. As if the world would end if they didn’t join their bodies together as quickly as possible. She lay dazed and unfurling on top of him, feeli

Sasha got into her car and drove to Kaleb's house. She was five minutes late, but she was too worried to care. She'd almost called Kaleb to tell him that she was going to be present, but it was too late to do that. Her parents had already been invited, thanks to Kaleb and the Luthors were coming too. She knew it'd be rude to back out now, but she couldn't blame herself because there was nothing to look forward to. Her dad was disappointed in her, Tilly was mad at her for keeping secrets from her and Kaleb… Well, as for Kaleb, she just wanted to punch him. And if she did punch him tonight, he deserved it, she told herself. It was going to be a very unpleasant evening. She just knew it. When she arrived, she parked her car and started to walk towards the house. The door opened before she could even knock. Kaleb stood in front of her with a worried and at the same time, angry look on his face. He wore a pair of black sweatpants and a white polo shirt. Simple outfit, but he still looke