“A team,” she repeated. “And if I would prefer to be in the sanctuary of my own people?”

“The same beings who sent you on a bogus errand with the intention of impregnating you with my child?” He smirked. “If that’s your desire, then I’ll either follow you or do what I can to protect you from here. But I would request—beg, even—that you wait to decide until after we know more about the prophecy.”

Her lips threatened to curl. “Beg?” She might enjoy seeing that.

His gaze narrowed. “This is a serious conversation.”

“Yes,” she agreed. “You begging is very serious to me.”

“Now you’re teasing me,” he growled, wrapping his hands around her wrists. “I’m trying to discuss something important, and you’re smiling.”

“I’m not smiling.”

“Your eyes are smiling.” He moved closer, sliding between her legs and lowering her palms to the armrests of the chair. “You know what I think?”

She bit her lip and shook her head. Though, she had an idea of where he might be headed given the devilish glint in his dark green eyes.

“I think you like me,” he replied. “In fact, I think you might even find me useful during this pregnancy.”

Her eyebrows rose. “In what way?”

“Hot chocolate, for one.” His fingers slid from her wrists to her knees and started exploring upward beneath her dress. “I can also offer pleasure, something I hear pregnant women fancy.”

“Both impractical.”

“Are they?” His fingers slid up her thighs to her panties. “You were quite pale earlier, Caro. Yet, your cheeks are glowing healthily now. Why do you think that is?” The husky quality of his voice stroked over her, heightening her senses.

She cleared her throat. “My nap.”

“Mmm.” He traced the lace over her hips and continued inward toward her center. She dug her nails into the chair as his thumb unerringly found and pressed her pleasure point. “Your nap in my bed. Why did you choose that location, angel?”

Her lips formed several words that didn’t escape clearly, or really at all.

This shouldn’t be happening.

Not like you can get pregnant again, some unknown part of her whispered.

That’s not the point.

She attempted to clamp her thighs closed, but his body blocked her.

“Having trouble?” he taunted.

“This isn’t—”

“Practical,” he finished for her. “Maybe. But I see it as a rational method of putting your body at ease. You deserve to be relaxed and comfortable, Caro. Let me help.”

Yes…

Oh, she shouldn’t.

But his thumb drew alluring circles against her, draining all the fight from her limbs.

Why stop him?

Because Seraphim weren’t supposed to feel.

Seraphim weren’t supposed to indulge in sweets either.

A moan slipped from her lips of its own accord, something he took as acceptance. Her panties disappeared with a snap, causing her to yelp in surprise.

“I’ll replace them,” he said, his mouth a breath away from her damp flesh.

He moves so fast…

Oh.

His tongue.

Yes.