Free World's Most Eligible Texan by Sara Orwig

trailing kisses over the curve of her breast.
    â€œAaron,” she whispered, her body growing taut, trembling with wanting to just let go and step into his arms and make love with him. Instead she put her hands against his chest that was as solid and hard as the wall. She pushed slightly.
    He straightened up to stare at her solemnly. “I will, too, Pamela. Maybe not this morning, but you’re going to be mine. You’re pushing against me and saying no, but your blue eyes and your kisses are telling me something else.”
    â€œNo, no!” She stepped back and buttoned her shirt. “Aaron, it’s just impos—”
    â€œShh,” he said, placing his fingers on her lips and then trailing them featherlightly over her mouth, teasing her while he stopped her argument. “C’mon, we’ll go eat. We have time.”
    He helped her into her denim jacket, took her arm and they left to climb into his pickup. Dazed, all she could think was, no, they didn’t have time. Time was against them. Definitely against them. They didn’t have anything together. You have a baby together, a voice within her argued. She glanced at Aaron as he drove, looking at the angles and planes of his face, his prominent cheekbones and straight nose.
    She should tell him about his baby. Yet she knew if she did, he would want to marry her because it was the right thing to do. Aaron Black was the kind of man honor bound to do his duty. She couldn’t bear that. That night had meant something to him, too, but she couldn’t believe it had really meant anything lasting or that she could begin to interest him like the other women he knew. Not even remotely. A second-grade teacher from Royal, Texas, being fascinating to an American diplomat stationed in Spain. Get real, Pamela, she told herself. She glanced at him and caught him studying the rearview mirror.
    â€œAre we being followed again?”
    â€œNope. It’s not easy to hide in Royal. In big-city traffic,you can move into the flow of cars and get lost, but here, a tail sticks out like a heifer in a rose garden.”
    â€œThey have to be following you. There’s no earthly reason to follow me.” His eyebrow arched, but he remained quiet and she wondered what was running through his mind. She realized how little she knew about him and suspected he could keep things to himself quite well. That arch of his brow indicated he hadn’t agreed with her, but why would anyone follow her?
    He turned to park in front of the Royal Diner and came around to hold the door open for her. “You’re not wearing a coat. Don’t you get cold?” she asked, pulling her denim jacket closer as a gust of wind hit them.
    â€œNope,” he said, draping his arm casually across her shoulders and drawing her close against his side. “I’ve got you here to keep me warm.”
    She smiled at him and couldn’t keep from liking his holding her close against him. She was five feet ten inches, tall for a woman, but Aaron was six feet four inches and he made her feel smaller and dainty, something she rarely experienced.
    He swung open the diner door and the bell tinkled as they stepped into the warmth of the café. The windows were steamed, and smells of frying sausages and eggs and hot coffee assailed her. Before they reached a booth, Pamela knew she had made a mistake in accepting this date.
    Too many mornings she couldn’t keep anything down, but she’d thought if she ate lightly and was careful what she ate, she would be all right, and she had wanted to be with him one more time. But, as they slid into a booth and smells of frying foods assailed her, her stomach became queasy. She wouldn’t be able to eat a bite, and what excuse could she give him?
    â€œSomething wrong?” he asked, and she flicked him a glance. Those damnable green eyes were searching her face, and she wished he couldn’t read her so easily. No one