But here in Punta Cana he could want and he could have all he wanted.

Damien lifted the napkin off his lap and tossed it on the bed. He pointed to his pants. “Does it look like I find you unattractive? I almost bit my tongue off when that jelly slathered over your chest.”

He had an erection, which the napkin had masked. It was a big one. Her breath came faster, her body tingling with awareness. “What am I missing here? Why can’t we have sex?”

“I want you so much, Mandy, that it shocks me. I mean, you’re pregnant, you’re going to be a mother—I should treat you with respect. But all I can think about is how luscious you are, how good you taste, and how much I want to be inside you. That makes me a pig. I’m racking up perversion points on the sexual scoreboard here.”

Thank God, he wanted her. “That’s a lovely sentiment, and I’m glad you feel the need to respect me, but there is absolutely nothing wrong with being sexually attracted to a pregnant woman.” At least she hoped there wasn’t, considering he hadn’t been the one to impregnate her.

“Oh, I know that. Trust me, if anything, it makes me more attracted to you. But the thing is, there is still a baby inside you, and that needs to be taken into consideration.” Jaw clenched, eyes burning with desire, he balled his hands into fists. “I just don’t think I can trust myself if I get near you. I don’t think I can stop myself from doing things we shouldn’t.” He looked at her, desperate.

“I want to deep penetrate, Mandy.”

Have mercy and then some. Inner thighs burning, Mandy undid the ties to her bikini top and ripped it off.

Chapter 14

Why him? What had he done to deserve the hell that his life was? Damien groaned out loud in ecstasy and torment when Mandy tore off her black bikini top and let it fall in the open hamper at the foot of the bed.

This just wasn’t fair. Struck dumb, he could only stare as she trailed her fingers between her breasts, in the sticky jelly remnants. It would be sweet, he knew. It would be warm from her heated flesh. He would be able to smell her, the tangy saltiness of her skin intermingling with the fruity spread and the warm musk of her desire.

“Mandy.” He pleaded for her to understand. He dug his nails into his legs through the fabric of his shorts, hoping pain would keep him from leaping on her.

Her thumb brushed over one nipple, and he became paralyzed. Incapable of movement of any kind. Frozen in panic and overwhelming lust.