Chapter 28
Standing in front of the open bedroom window, Rafe stripped off the damp towel and tossed it in the direction of the clothes hamper. He sighed in delight as the cool air caressed his moist, heated skin. Withdrawing from suppressants and going into heat was an uncomfortable bungee cord jump of raging fevers and teeth-chattering chills. But at last he was ready. After days of nausea, forcing him to stop his food intake, his body demanded to be mated.
His mind was ready as well. The air temperature had nothing to do with the shivers coursing through him—the idea he could be conceiving a child that day was enough to turn his knees to jelly. But he and Grant had agreed. A pregnancy was their only safeguard once they resurfaced from their cabin hideaway. And the fact it would be the
