When Rhiannon cried out again and then, drawn by his warmth, cuddled against him, Paxton hardly dared to breathe for fear he’d startle her. Then, her hand slid across his thigh, and a flame went through him. With her soft body lying against him, it was much too easy to forget why he should dislike her, much too easy to remember the heat of her response.
“Pax…” she whispered.
“I’m here,” he said, worried that he’d awakened her somehow.
“I’m pregnant... I wanted to tell you... But I didn’t know how. You were so mad…”
“It’s okay.”
He looked down at her. Her lashes were shut. She was only talking in her sleep.
“I know about the baby,” he whispered near her ear. “It’s alright. I’ll take care of you.”
“Oh, Pax… I wanted you to be happy about it. As I am…”
“I am happy about it.”
Paxton
