Free Pleasure, Pregnancy and a Proposition by Heidi Rice Page B

her nail across his cheek, pressed the pad of her index finger against his bottom lip and felt his now massive erection buck through their clothing.
    She had him now. ‘I’m showing you who’s boss, big boy,’ she purred.
    She saw the flash of challenge in his eyes, and knew that she’d just made a potentially catastrophic tactical error.
    She dropped her arms, jerked away. But he dragged her back. He ground his hardness against the juncture of her thighs, bent over her and bit into the sensitive cord in her neck. She stifled a scream as molten heat blasted up from her core.
    ‘Don’t—there are people around,’ she choked, her hands trembling as she pushed against him. The burning between her thighs was so intense now she thought she might collapse. She didn’t want to play any more. She should have guessed he wouldn’t play fair.
    She struggled, but he held her fast and whispered in her ear. ‘You started this, and when we get to Havensmere I intend to finish it. But until then you’ll do as you’re told, or we’re going to be stuck here all night.’
    ‘I’m not going to Havensmere. I told you that. Andanyway, you can’t keep it up all night. It’s not physically possible, is it?’
    He drew back enough to give her a damning look. ‘I got hard just thinking about you for nearly a week after we made love that night, so where you’re concerned take my word for it. Anything’s possible.’
    She ignored the reckless thrill at his words. So she turned him on? It was nothing to be proud of.
    He shifted, holding her at a distance, but made sure her body masked his from the crowds passing by. ‘Put your hands on my hips,’ he said, his voice more strained than ever. ‘But don’t try any funny business or you’ll pay later. I guarantee it.’
    His tense threat made her realise the ridiculousness of their situation. A giggle popped out of her mouth before she could stop it.
    ‘Laugh all you want,’ Luke said sternly, but his lips quirked, and his eyes sparkled with humour. ‘We’ll see who’s laughing when I’m so deep inside you tonight you can hardly breathe.’
    She swallowed, not finding the situation all that funny any more. ‘I’m not going to Havensmere tonight. I told you I’ve changed my mind. I’m going back to London.’
    His eyebrows lifted, but he looked curious rather than annoyed. ‘Louisa, sweetheart,’ he said heavily, giving a longsuffering sigh, ‘we’ve already had this fight—remember? If we start replaying the ones we’ve already had, it’ll take us for ever to get to the important ones.’ He smiled at her, the soft, sensual curve of his lips making her stomach sink. ‘The baby’s going to be here in six months—time is limited.’
    She couldn’t help it. She smiled back. She’d completely forgotten about his dry sense of humour and that heartmelting smile—both dangerously sexy and boyishlycharming, with a brooding quality that had made her want to coax it out of him every chance she got. In a flash of insight she understood why he’d captivated her that night. It hadn’t been his movie-star looks, the perfect manners, that to-die-for physique, or even his skill as a lover. It had been that raw magnetism and his ability to make her laugh.
    The thought of how heavily she’d fallen for him made her sober. Her eyes drifted down to his chest. She concentrated on the wisps of chest hair she could see above the open collar of his shirt, tried to think sensibly.
    It was hardly surprising she’d forgotten the man she’d met that night. He didn’t exist—not really. Maybe he could still be funny and charming when he wanted to be—and it was obvious the sexual attraction between them was as potent as ever—but today had proved they had very little in common except this baby. She couldn’t afford to lose sight of that.
    He hooked a finger under her chin, drew her eyes to his. ‘Why have you changed your mind about coming to Havensmere?’
    ‘You know very well