A Father for Her Triplets: Her Pregnancy Surprise

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inches apart, her heart hit against her ribs. Was she ready for this?
    His mouth met hers and liquid heat filled her. Like lava, it erupted from her middle and poured through her veins. She put her hands on his cheeks, just wanting to touch him, but when his tongue slipped inside her mouth, she used them to bring him closer.
    She’d never felt anything like this. The pleasure. The passion. The pure, unadulterated sensuality that left her breathless and achy.
    His hands roamed from her shoulders to her waist and back up again. Hers fell from his cheeks to his shoulder, down his long, lean back, and slowly—enjoying every smooth demarcation of muscle and sinew beneath his T-shirt—drifted up again. He was so strong. So solid. Everything inside her wept with yearning. For four years she’d been nothing but a mom. A busy mom. Right now she felt like a woman. Flesh and blood. Heat and need.
    As his mouth continued to plunder hers, she pictured them tangled in the covers of her big four-poster bed. Desire whooshed through her. Everything was happening so fast that her head spun.
    She thought she knew him...but did she?
    He thought he knew her...but he didn’t. Nobody did.
    She stopped kissing him, squeezed her eyes shut. That was the real reason she shied away from men. Nobody knew her. Sure, Wyatt had seen her stubborn streak. He’d seen her with the kids, in full mom mode, but nobody knew about her dad. Nobody knew about the beatings, the alcoholism, the gambling that had colored her childhood and had formed who she was. And at this stage in her life, she wasn’t sure she could tell anybody. Just as she was equally sure Wyatt, this Wyatt who fixed things, who probed into things, who wanted to make everything right, would never let her get away with the usual slick answers she gave when anyone asked her if she’d seen her dad lately.
    Wyatt would realize there’d been trouble in her past and he’d demand she talk about it.
    She stepped away. “I’m sorry. I can’t do this.”
    He caught her hand and tugged her back. “Seems to me you were ‘doing’ it just fine.”
    She couldn’t help it; she laughed. He was such a fun guy, but her past was just too much to handle. Even for him.
    She slipped away from him. “I’m serious. I don’t want a relationship—”
    He caught her hand and yanked her back. “That’s perfect, because I don’t want a relationship, either.”
    That confused her so much she frowned. “You don’t want a relationship?”
    He chuckled. “No.”
    She pointed at him, then herself, then back at him. “Then what’s this?”
    “A fling?”
    She blinked. A fling? While she was worried about telling him her deepest, darkest secret, he was thinking fling?
    “Look, I’ve only been divorced for two weeks—”
    She stepped back, her mind reeling. Before thoughts of her secret had ruined the moment, she’d felt things she’d never felt before. And he wanted a fling? “But—”
    “But what? We’re single, adults and attracted to each other. There’s no reason we can’t enjoy each other while I’m here.”
    She blinked again. The emotions careening through her didn’t match up with the word fling. “Let me get this straight. You want to sleep with me, no strings attached, no thought of a relationship. No possibility of falling in love?”
    His face scrunched. “You’re making it sound tawdry.”
    She’d never once considered sex just for the sake of sex. Even though it solved the problem of telling him about her dad, her stomach took a little leap. He didn’t want to love her. He wasn’t even considering it.
    He caught her shoulders and forced her to look at him. “You said that your ex leaving you with three kids and no money made you independent?”
    She nodded.
    “Well, think about this. Think about working for something from the time you’re sixteen, and one mistake—picking the wrong person to trust—causes you to lose one-third of it. But it’s about more than the

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