‘Arun?’

His name escaped in a sigh so soft Arun was sure she hadn’t meant to say it, but he responded anyway, bending over her again to brush the honey-tasting lips with his. To brush her name, ‘Melissa’, on them.

The chemistry that had worked between them from their first meeting flared back to life. Arun’s hand slid around the back of her head, his fingers weaving into her hair, holding her captive.

The kiss deepened. Arun felt the power of it as desire shuddered through his body, tightening his muscles and heating his blood.

This was madness.

The baby—

They should stop—

She broke away from the kiss—but not before he’d felt enough of her response to know the chemistry still worked for her as well.