“Tell me you don’t want me,” he said again, and she knew she couldn’t. To do so would be to lie.

“I can’t. You know I can’t. But...”

He didn’t wait to hear the rest, just took her mouth in a kiss that made what she’d planned to say fly right out of her brain.

Desire flared, hotter than the Florida sun, and Nychelle surrendered to it, unable, unwilling to risk missing this chance to know David intimately, even if it were just this once. Was it right? Wrong? She couldn’t decide, didn’t want to try to. There were so many more things she should explain to him, but she knew she wouldn’t. Telling him about the baby, when she knew he didn’t want a family, would destroy whatever was growing between them. It was craven, perhaps even despicable not to be honest with him, and she hated herself for being underhanded, but her mind, heart and body were at war and she’d already accepted which would win.

She’d deal with the fallout, whatever it would be, tomorrow. Today, this evening, she was going to have what she wanted, live the way she wanted. Enjoy David, probably for this one time. There would be only regrets if she didn’t.