Most of all, she wanted Chad’s love.
And here she found herself married to him. The man she loved, had always loved.
The father of her child.
How had things gone so horribly wrong?
When they finally arrived at Chad’s house, he ushered her inside.
“The doctor said you can have sex.”
“Well, yeah, but—”
“Then I, by God, want a wedding night. You’ll stay with me tonight. You can move into one of the guest rooms tomorrow.”
“No, Chad. I don’t want to be…intimate with you tonight.”
“I don’t recall asking your opinion on the matter.”
He grabbed her and kissed her. Hard. She gasped as his tongue plunged into her mouth. They had kissed before, but not like this. This was an angry kiss. A possessive kiss.
Despite herself, she enjoyed it. He held her so close she felt every inch of his muscle pressed against her. His masterful mouth devoured hers, and she felt, rather than heard, the moans from deep within his chest. She shivered as her passion grew. Though he was angry, she loved the warmth of his body pressed so close to hers. She tunneled her fingers through his silky hair, pulling him closer, and she caught his tongue between her lips and sucked it into her mouth, nursing on it like it contained the nectar of life. Like she couldn’t get enough.
She couldn’t.
He groaned again and ground his arousal into her belly. His body became more insistent. She bit his lip, his tongue, and then plunged her own into the firm drugging pressure of his mouth. The perfect kiss.
Without breaking the kiss, Chad lifted her and carried her to his bedroom.
* * *
He’d lost control.
Never had happened before, but he’d gone feral. This woman was carrying his child. He should show her the respect she deserved, but here he was acting like a caveman branding his woman.
Yet he couldn’t stop.
He wanted her. Wanted to brand her. Wanted to possess her.
Wife.
Mother of his child.
He nearly roared with triumph.
A wife he didn’t want. A child he wasn’t ready for.
But damn it, Catie was his now. His forever. And he’d have her tonight. She wasn’t resisting. Why shouldn’t he have her?
“Chad…” Her voice burrowed against his shoulder.
“Yeah?”
“I…nothing.”
“Look, Catie, we don’t have to do this.”
What the hell was he saying? She was his wife.