The Black Sheep's Secret Child

“But you kept seeing her.”

“There was no pressure.”

Savannah had tried to keep things free and easy while they’d dated, but she hadn’t always been successful. In her heart, she’d longed for a future with him. A life filled with children and happiness.

“Why are you telling me all this?”

“I don’t know.”

“That’s not like you. You always have a reason for what you do.”

“I usually have a reason for what I do. Except when it comes to you.”

“Trent—”

Before she could finish whatever it was that she’d been about to say, his arms went around her and his lips found hers. Held tight against his strong body, Savannah gave herself to the powerful emotions surging through her. With her fingers buried in his hair, she hung on for dear life as he devoured her mouth. The water gave her buoyancy and she floated in a bubble of joy.

She wanted him. She wanted this.

The privacy offered by the lush landscaping around the pool eased Savannah’s doubts as Trent released the clasp holding her bikini top in place. She gasped as his lips drifted down her neck and settled over the wildly beating pulse in her throat. She wrapped her legs around his hips, feeling his erection hard against her stomach. His right hand came between them and settled over her breast while his other hand cupped her butt, lifting her partially out of the water.

She reveled in the sweep of his tongue over her nipple. It tightened into an aching peak as he laved it once more before pulling the hard bud into his mouth and sucking. She closed her eyes and let the delicious sensations wash over her. After the first time they’d made love, the passion she and Trent shared left Savannah convinced that they belonged together. But no matter how overpowering and all-consuming the connection was between them, Trent wasn’t about to settle down and give her the life she craved.

Over the heartbeat thundering in her ears, she heard the soft sounds Dylan made as he stirred to wakefulness. Her hands had worked their way down Trent’s torso to the waistband of his swim shorts. Desire clouded her mind, but Savannah’s maternal instincts were stronger. With a shudder she broke off their kiss and pushed against Trent’s shoulders.

“Dylan,” she gasped, shuddering as Trent’s fingertips grazed the edge of her bathing suit bottoms, tantalizing inches from where she ached. “He’s waking up. I need to get to him.”

Without a hint of reluctance or disappointment, Trent set her free. As she swam to the pool’s edge, she wasn’t sure whether to feel relief or regret that he was being so understanding. With conflicting emotions churning in her gut, Savannah quickly toweled off and went to check on her son.

Dylan was rubbing his eyes, but when she spoke his name, he looked up at her with a wide grin. Savannah’s heart melted. How lucky she was to have such a wonderful baby boy. Hearing Trent emerge from the pool, she glanced over her shoulder at him. If she couldn’t have the love of her life, at least she had his son.

“I’d better get back to the guesthouse so I can change him.”

“Savannah, about what just happened...”

“There’s no need to say anything.” Her heart contracted at his need to make excuses. “It’s always been like this between us.”

“And that’s it?”

“What more is there? Nothing else about our situation has changed. We’re the same people who broke up two years ago because I wanted a family and you didn’t.”

“I guess we are.” His neutral expression told her nothing. “It’s just always been easy to forget our differences when I’m kissing you.”

He was certainly right about that. And the more time she spent around him, the more likely they would be to indulge in their passion for each other. But there was no future in that. She needed to start thinking about where she was going and what she was going to do.

“Do you have some time this afternoon to start coming up with a plan for straightening out the company?”

“I have a couple of meetings at the club that should take me into early evening. How about we do a late dinner here?”

“Seven?”

“Sounds about right.”

Savannah wrapped herself in a dry towel and then picked up Dylan. She offered Trent a bright smile that hid her heavy heart. “I’ll see you then.”

* * *

As soon as Savannah disappeared in the direction of the guesthouse, Trent dived back into the pool. To burn off some of his sexual frustration, he swam hard for several laps