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rourke flicked a nipple again as he sucked the hard nub completely into his mouth. but the scent of heavy arousal rose between them making him release her breast. tiny sounds of pleasure came from her throat but they weren’t enough. he wanted to hear her cry, feel her body twist in response to his touch.

that hot mouth traveled down her belly. loren felt the muscles clench as he trailed little kisses over her abdomen and across her belly. her thighs were still spread open. it was a vulnerable position that she shifted against. his dark head rose to look across her body with firm resolve.

“let me see you, honey.”

moonlight glittered off his eyes before he returned to his kissing. it would be rather simple for him to keep her thighs exactly where he wanted them. but that wasn’t what

he wanted from her. loren forced her body to comply as he brushed a soft hand over

her mound. fire shot straight into her core as she whimpered and craved more of his touch.

the trust she yielded pleased the hell out of him. rourke watched the tiny quiver of her legs as she battled to relax. taking her would be simple but he wanted a hell of a lot more. more than sex, he wanted her to yield in every manner. what he wanted was complete trust.

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his mouth was scorching. loren listened to her own cry like it belonged to someone else. his lips fastened onto her sex and pulled the delicate tissue into his mouth. heat flowed directly into her womb as fluids seemed to drench her passage like lava.

“i can’t take that!”

“yes, you can.” it was an order this time. rourke braced his forearms across her thighs before he gently speared the folds of her sex.

his tongue flicked over the small bud he’d revealed before he applied his mouth to it.

she bucked beneath him and he sucked harder. his penis throbbed painfully as he listened to the approach of her climax. rourke forced his own needs aside as he thrust a single finger into her body. she tensed and froze on the edge of a kaleidoscope of sensation before tumbling into her climax. the walls of her passage contracted around his finger making him growl.

primal pleasure was etched into his face when he rose up. loren couldn’t move beyond the rise and fall of her chest and she didn’t want to. she was still spread before him and there was nothing but need driving her.

the thrust of his body was hard and quick. the walls of passage quickly stretched

in memory of his last possession. she moaned slightly as her sex sent out another jolt of sensation. his hips drew back and sent his weapon stroking forward to make her gasp

as pleasure rushed back up her body and into her center again. she twisted under his movements as another climax threatened to break over her.

“that’s right. let go, honey. come with me.” his voice was harsh but hypnotic. it all connected to the powerful thrust of his body against hers. they were melting into a single pool of liquid. pleasure was coating their bodies like molten silver. loren lifted her eyes as his hands grasped her head. the harsh rasp of his breath hit her lips as his eyes bored into hers. it was a final merging of intimacy. her body pitched and bucked to send him deeper. her fingers clawed into his arms as they both fell into a vortex where the only solid thing was each other. there was the deep thrust of his body before his sex jerked and erupted inside her. it was completing and fulfilling and loren sent her hips pressing harder into his as she tried to deepen the contact.

intense. his brother had used that word but this just went a hell of a lot further than intense. rourke rolled over and pulled loren with him.

his body was pulsing as his head swam with a slightly dizzy wave of completion. his arm clenched her damp body close as he refused to be completely separated from her. there was a deep need inside him to clutch her tight. she wiggled as her mind attempted to regain its individual personality. rourke held to it as he smoothed her body into place against his. tomorrow would be soon enough for them to resume their battle to remain aloof from each other. tonight they were entangled in intimacy and that was exactly where loren would be staying.

“go to sleep, loren. we can argue about what we’re doing in the morning.” 84

his ankles trapped hers as she pushed against the solid strength of the arms that bound her to his chest. she couldn’t sleep there. not again.

loren raised her head but dropped it as fatigue wrapped around her. maybe they’d just worry about it tomorrow…whatever it was.

she was going to get pregnant.

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loren stared at her own horrified face the next morning. she’d dragged her body out of rourke’s bed and headed for a shower. the coffeemaker was still sitting there on the bathroom counter but with a fresh pot on the warming pad. it was the small box sitting on the white tile countertop that terrorized her. the box

of condoms was open but each little foil-sealed package was in it still, every last one of them.

oh god!

loren felt her stomach clench as she looked at that stupid box. at least rourke had thought enough to get the things out. she, on the other hand, hadn’t even considered birth control.

“i guess that face tells me you told me the truth about not on the pill.” she yelped and turned to see rourke striding back into the master bathroom.

the single luggage bag that had arrived with her was hanging from his right hand. he set the bag on the counter before he picked up the box of condoms.

“i think these had better be next to the bed from now on.” loren stared at her bag as rourke turned and took the box into his bedroom.

her thoughts buzzed through her head at near light speed, but not a whole lot of them were making any sense.

rourke turned around to see her standing in the center of the bathroom with her bag hugged to her chest. her reluctance to set that bag down made his temper bloom. even in the guestroom, she’d been living out of the bag. the thing was fully packed except for when she was bathing.

the second she was done, she repacked her gear tightly.

“unpack that bag and settle in, loren.” her eyes snapped open wide as she aimed a furious look at him.

rourke felt his teeth grind together as she pressed her lips into a tight line of refusal.

“don’t push it, honey. i’d be more than happy to prove to you how much you’ll enjoy staying in my room.” he hooked his hands into his belt and stared at her. loren was caught between the urge to laugh and the need to snarl. of all the cro-magnon attitudes!

“just because we had sex doesn’t mean i’m moving into your room.” 85

rourke nodded softly. he moved toward her on silent feet. her attitude rubbed his pride making it vital to prove the issue to her. the bathroom mirrors reflected his harsh expression as he stepped up next to her.

the bag went flying onto the counter. loren gasped at the power his single arm wielded. he wrapped her into an unbreakable hold as his hand captured her head and tipped her face toward his.

loren felt her knees go weak as she stared into his eyes. they glowed with primitive rage. she’d thrown the gauntlet down and he’d accepted the challenge. rourke campbell fully intended to prove the issue.

his mouth collided with hers a second later. he thrust through her lips to deeply penetrate her mouth with his tongue. but it wasn’t brutal. instead the velvet tip of his tongue stroked the length of hers making sensation erupt inside her. he explored her mouth in a deep motion that sent heat pouring toward her belly. loren clung to his shoulders as he stroked over the delicate surface of her lips.

his staff hardened against her belly, making her tremble. the arm across her back bound her to his length, making sure she felt the rise of his intentions. her newly washed skin became ultrasensitive to each and every touch.

rourke smoothed a hand over her back as he caught the scent of her body. that sweet smell of her passage heating and moistening for him.

he lifted her from her feet and sat her on the counter as he used his body to spread her thighs to admit his hips between them. in a base and primal way he needed to make her submit. force her to face their mutual need for each other. he wanted to listen to her whimper with pleasure.

“oh god…rourke…don’t.” her throat contracted on the rest of her words. she couldn’t think beyond the screaming flesh between her legs.

rourke dropped to a knee and captured the small buddle of nerves in his mouth. his tongue flicked over it with firm pressure, making her body jerk.

her passage clenched with need as a tiny moan escaped her lips. he lapped over her bud before moving along the entire length of her sex. he stopped at the entrance to her body and gently probed the opening. the walls of her passage contracted painfully

as she thrust her hips toward his mouth, yearning for a firmer touch, a deeper thrust.

rourke denied her that. instead he licked and sucked along the folds of her sex never staying on one spot too long. loren simply tried to endure as waves of need and pleasure came too close together for her to separate. she writhed on the edge of climax and rourke held her there with iron control.

rourke listened to her moan and curse. his body was raging with need. he wanted

to ride her, make her beg, but more than anything else he needed her to yield. he would not let her thrust their relationship into the category of casual sex.

he pushed to his feet in a fluid motion that made loren cry out. she needed to come, was desperate for release from the screaming demands of her body. her hips pressed toward the hard bulge of his sex and she moaned again as she cradled it in the 86

notch of her thighs. the harsh fabric of his pants didn’t yield the hot touch of bare skin that she craved.

“do you want me, loren?”

his face was ruthless. her actions had wounded his pride. loren took a deep breath

as her hips twisted again and need clawed at her.

“yes, god yes!”

“then take what you want.”

he stepped back, letting the cool air brush her exposed sex.

loren followed him. she jumped off the counter and reached for his fly.

he groaned with deep approval as she unfastened his pants. the thick length of his cock fell through the opening as she gently grasped it. her passage sent another wave of moisture in response to the heavy scent of his sex.

the rod pulsed in her hand as she looked into the blazing eyes of her partner.

“turn around.”

compliance seemed to be the price for her determination to leave the master bedroom. loren turned as his arm bound her across her middle.

he leaned forward ‘til her breasts hung free and his hips nestled against her bottom.

“now spread your feet apart and lift your bottom for me.” her temper broke through the raging need as she considered the helplessness of the position. rourke watched her face in the mirror.

“do it, loren. i want you to watch me take you.” the idea stole her breath. loren looked at the full-length mirror and spread her feet. she was completely naked. the tip of his cock appeared between her legs. the ruby head moved along the folds of her sex making her passage scream to be filled. she pushed her bottom up and felt him move into her body.

rourke didn’t ram into her. he wanted to stretch her inch by inch as he watched her face. her body clasped his, making sweat bead on his brow, but he was fascinated

by their reflection. thrusting home, he listened to her gasp before he set an even pace to

their coupling.

loren still hung on the edge of climax. the hard thrust of his body appeased the needs of her passage but from behind her the little bud of her sex didn’t receive enough attention to let her tumble into release. loren raised her bottom higher as she tried to take his rod deep enough to satisfy her need.

he gently bent her back into their original position. her bare breasts bounced with each thrust as he gently cupped one of them. his hand traveled down her belly toward her mons as his body began thrusting harder into her from behind.

“i’m going to make you come now, loren.” a single finger found her bud and pressed on it. his hips thrust forward as he rubbed and pressed again. loren was frozen in place as she felt him thrust and watched his finger rub her sex in the mirror.

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his breath was a harsh rasp as he thrust and rubbed again. this time she splintered into pieces as her body tumbled into ecstasy.

rourke lifted her right off her feet and bent her completely forward as he buried his rod in her body. the walls of her passage clenched and grabbed at him as he jerked with release. her body milked his rod as he held her over his arm to receive his seed.

loren gasped as her body sagged. rourke felt his emotions roll as he placed her on her feet. he caught her head and raised her dazed eyes toward his.

he gently kissed her mouth before lifting his face from hers.

“unpack the bag, loren.”

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“come on, toby. wake up!” loren knew how to move an unconscious body when she had to, but her son’s lanky frame wasn’t an easy one to lift. but she had to wake him up. toby would run himself to exhaustion and sleep for days. dr. jasper had warned them both that toby needed to learn to manage his brainpower. sleeping for two days straight wasn’t good for the body.

“tobias loren! on your feet!”

loren jumped as rourke used his voice like a whip. he stood in the doorway with his hands on his hips as he eyed her son.

“what?” toby raised his eyelids in response, making loren snort.

“roll out of that rack and on your feet, mister!” rourke’s voice was solid steel. toby rolled over and stumbled as he tried to stand up. loren watched him with a critical eye. but she let her eyes wander over to the man standing in the doorway. rourke campbell was watching her son with those razor- sharp eyes too. he stepped further into the room as he noticed how unstable toby was.

“tobias loren, straighten your back.”

“uh…sure.”

“excuse me?”

“i mean, yes sir.”

rourke softened his voice as he stepped closer to inspect toby’s eyes. he grunted as the youth managed to bring his eyes into focus.

“get yourself a shower, young man.”

toby nodded and looked for the bathroom door as his mind tried to escape from

his deep slumber. loren shook her head in wonder. rourke was watching her son stumble into the bathroom with true concern.

she’d always been a solo parent. witnessing rourke step up to the plate without being asked struck her deeply.

this was a man worth binding your life to. the kind of man a girl could dream of telling she was pregnant, instead of dreading what would happen when she got caught

by nature’s little need to procreate.

rourke was the kind of man girls dreamed about and most never met. an ache centered right over her heart as she watched him step into the duty of father even though toby wasn’t his child.

loren turned abruptly away before rourke aimed his sharp eyes at her. she was drooling over him. pathetic as it was, it was true. she reached for the sheets on the bed and began pulling them free.

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“leave them for toby to deal with.”

his voice had lost its commanding edge but it was still hardened with a note that said rourke expected to be obeyed.

“it’s a mom thing. we do it all the time.”

“not today. “ rourke caught her hand and pulled her away from the bed. he raised

an eyebrow at her as a ragged breath escaped her lungs. the scene in the bathroom was still a little too fresh in her memory.

“it’s time to cut the apron strings. routine will help him manage that brain of his. trust me on this one, loren. i know how to deal with a brain that wants to override the body.”

the word “psychic” drifted across her memory again. loren shook her head as

rourke aimed certain eyes at her. the man was completely confident in his methods.

“well, i guess maybe you’re right.”

“i am. toby is reacting with pure instinct to his abilities. he needs to learn control.” loren struggled with her pride. rourke wasn’t suggesting anything, he was telling

her. he intended to step right into the role of instructor and he wanted her to step aside.

“it’s not your job.”

“wrong.” his face froze into solid stone. “understand something, loren, if you are carrying my child, you’d best plan on me being part of your family.”

his arm snaked around her waist and pulled her against his solid frame. his mouth crashed onto her in a hard kiss that made her moan. rourke thrust his tongue into her mouth and boldly traced every inch of her. tasting and stroking ‘til she kissed him back. abruptly he released her. he adjusted his pants in a blatant motion that made her face flood with color.

“i’ve got some work to do right now, honey. we’ll have to finish this tonight.”