She didn’t want to be wrong. She didn’t want to think that her impulsiveness in telling him had been a poor choice. She had told herself now that she was going to be a mum, she had to leave impulsiveness behind. But something had told her to tell him, and she just didn’t want to regret it, not now when she was feeling so humbled and in awe of the life growing inside her.

“You should be wrong.” Damien looked over her shoulder toward the water. He sighed. “There are reasons why you should be very wrong.”

He looked down at her, closed the space between them. Her heart started to pound faster, harder, when his hand cupped her cheek.

“But you’re not wrong.”

She closed her eyes, turned her nose and mouth toward his hand. She could smell the salty tang of his flesh, feel the rough callus of his thumb stroking over her. Without thinking, she pressed her lips into the moist hollow of his hand.

“Mandy.” His voice was hoarse, quiet. Intense.

“Yes?”

But he didn’t speak, and his hand dropped. Her eyes flew open only to see that he was closing in on her, his nose inches from hers, his mouth a hairbreadth away, his shoulders descending toward hers. She only had time to suck in her breath as anticipation spiked between her thighs, made her breasts tingle.

Then he was kissing her, an honest-to-goodness, lips everywhere, tongue-teasing, knee-wobbling kiss. Excitement exploded throughout her body in little spastic lightning bolts of desire.

Mandy dipped her head back, opening her mouth, marveling at the taste and texture of him, so firm, so wet, so eager, so different, and yet exactly what she should have expected. Damien was in control, but beneath the surface of the kiss, beneath his dominating impatience, skittered an edgy vulnerability that was just as appealing as his confidence and skill.

“Ooohhh,” she murmured when his lips moved to her jaw, her neck. Her body felt different, more sensitive, quicker to react, and she wasn’t sure if it was Damien or the pregnancy, or a blissful combination of the two.

His thigh shifted, surrounding her with his heat, and he cut off her moan with another kiss that left her clinging to him like seaweed. Mandy could hear the excited little rush of both their breath, the pants, the moans, the shift from casual exploration to urgent questing.

She ground herself against him, then was shocked that she did. Even more so by the obvious dampness in her knickers and the eager kick of satisfaction at feeling Damien’s thick erection nudging her.

“You taste so good, so damn good,” he said in a hot whisper, thumbs rolling her sundress straps toward her shoulders.

“Damien, what the hell are we doing?” Then she yelped when he brushed her nipple. “Bugger it, that feels good.”