Free His Pregnancy Bargain by Kim Lawrence Page A

dainty was one she shouldn’t in this enlightened age of equality have found attractive… Shouldn’t…!
    The impressive shoulders on which her hands were still hanging, quite unnecessarily, flexed and she felt the powerful muscles clench.
    She uncurled her fingers. As if reluctant to lose the contact, her fingertips trailed slowly down the front of his open necked shirt. She felt his lean, hard body tense before she lost contact. It made her cringe to imagine that her action might have been interpreted as deliberately provocative, because she had no control whatever over her actions.
    â€˜I suppose we ought to go back.’ The thread of reluctance she heard in her own voice made Megan’s eyes widen in alarm. Anyone listening would have been excused for assuming she wanted her pulse to carry on racing too fast…that she wanted to prolong the moment.
    And you don’t…?
    â€˜You could be right.’ she heard him concede. ‘Do you always do the right thing, ma chérie …?’
    Just this once Megan let the endearment pass, when he said it in that deep smoky voice of his it sounded like a caress.
    With a sigh she lifted her head, her eyes meshed with enigmatic silvered orbs that made her heart pound slow and strong… Luc; the name might be no more real than his supposed attraction for her, but strangely fitted him.
    He really was the most incredible-looking man!
    â€˜I try to.’ She gave a shaky little laugh as her eyes slid from his. ‘I won’t waste my breath asking you the same thing.’
    Luc looked like a man for whom not doing the right thing was one of life’s guiding principles. Was the danger part of his attraction? Had she been playing it safe for so long that she couldn’t resist what was dark, dangerous and available?
    â€˜I try to do what comes naturally.’ His explanation was not soothing. ‘We should definitely go back, only first…’ Luc’s dark head bent as he framed her face between his hands. She felt his breath fan her cheek as he fitted his mouth to hers. Megan’s eyelashes fluttered against her cheek as her hand came up to cover one of his.
    She murmured his name; the sound was lost against his mouth. The pressure of his lips was gentle but insistent; his mouth was cool and firm against her own.
    Luc drew back, his lashes lifted from the angle of his knife-edged cheekbones as he examined the passion-flushed features of the woman who stood in the circle of his arms. He gave an almost imperceptible nod of satisfaction.
    â€˜ Now you look like a woman who’s shared a few illicit kisses in the moonlight.’
    She was floating; she was on fire, every inch of her skin was prickling with the heat of desire. His words had the same effect as an icy shower.
    â€˜There is no moon and I will not be used by you or anyone else!’ she declared in a low, passionate voice.
    â€˜I wasn’t using you; I was kissing you and,’ he added with a slow, contemplative smile, ‘I was enjoying it.’
    â€˜How nice for you that you’re happy in your work. Next time maybe you might like to ask whether I want to bekissed,’ she told him, dragging a hand across her mouth. The symbolic gesture just reminded her of how sensitised and tender her lips felt.
    Luc, no longer languid, looked suddenly incredibly furious. ‘Are you suggesting I kissed you against your will?’
    â€˜Not exactly ,’ she conceded, her glance dropping guiltily from his outraged face.
    â€˜Good,’ he bit back, not sounding much mollified. ‘Because I don’t need a signed affidavit to know when a woman wants to be kissed. I know and you wanted it.’
    The shocking sound of her hand connecting with his cheek resounded across the courtyard. Megan’s hand went to her mouth as her eyes travelled from the livid mark developing on his lean cheek to his eyes, they told her nothing more than his blank