"This is all I can give you," he said. "Do you agree?"
"Yes", I whispered, my lips brushing against his. I hardly knew what I was saying. I could think of nothing other than the darkly powerful Edward St Cyr. I was too lost in the moment, lost in pleasure that made the world a million colors of twisting light.
I gave him my body, which he wanted, and my heart, which he didn't. Had I just made the biggest mistake of my life? Maybe when he knows about our baby, it will heal his wounded heart so he can love us both...
