“More than anything,” she admitted as she reached over and took the bottle of juice from him.

“Then I was right,” he murmured, returning his attention to the remaining Kisses at the bottom of the small bag.

“About what?” she asked, reaching into the bag and helping herself to a piece of chocolate.

“Everything.”

Chapter 28

“Everything?” she repeated back with a sad shake of her head as she reached for the bag only to find it suddenly out of reach and the big baby next to her glaring down at her in typical Bradford fashion.

God, they really were a bunch of babies, she decided as got on her knees and leaned over him to-

“Mine!” Darrin snarled as he placed his hand protectively in front of the pile of junk food that she’d spent a small fortune on.

“Fine,” she said, shaking her head with a heavy sigh as she climbed under the covers and curled up on her side, facing away from him, deciding that she’d rather sleep than have to deal with typical Bradford bullshit this morning, “be a big baby.”

She closed her eyes, snuggled closer to her pillow and nearly cried in frustration when she felt the big jerk shift behind her seconds before she felt his large warm body curl up behind her. “We need to finish this conversation,” he said, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulled her closer.

“Then you need to get to the point,” she grumbled, not bothering to open her eyes.

“I already did,” he said, pressing a kiss against her neck.

“No, you really didn’t.”

“Everything didn’t clear it up for you?” he asked with a warm chuckle that had her toes curling.

God, she’d missed him…

“No, not really,” she mumbled sleepily as she shifted back so that she could settle more firmly in his arms.

“Then why don’t I clear everything up for you? Hmm?” he asked as he shifted back away from her, pulling her with him until she found herself lying on her back and looking up at him.

“I would probably appreciate that,” she said with a teasing smile as she reached up and ran her fingers through his short black locks, unable to help herself.

“You knew that I would never let you go,” he said, reaching up to gently push a strand of long hair aside so that he could brush the back of his knuckles down along her jaw. “You knew that I loved you and wanted to marry you, which is why you didn’t tell me, sweetheart, because you knew that once I found out, nothing would stop me from making you mine.”

She didn’t bother denying it, because he was right. Instead, she got right to the point, the reason why she’d never allowed herself to have more with him and the reason why she was going to have to ask for the one thing that was going to kill her.

“Because you deserve so much better than me, Darrin.”

“I deserve you,” he said, leaning down so that he could brush his lips gently against hers.

“You want children,” she reminded him.

“I want you,” he said firmly as he kissed the corner of her mouth, “and sooner or later you’re going to realize that.”

“I……,” she started to say only to pause so that she could lick her lips and bite back a moan as Darrin suddenly shifted over her and settled between legs. “What are you doing?”

“Taking a different approach,” he said, kissing his way down to her neck right around the time that he shifted his hips and let her know exactly what he had in mind.

“I thought that you wanted to discuss this,” she said, biting back a moan as she turned her head, giving him better access.

“That was taking too long,” he explained, gently sucking on her neck and driving her crazy as he reached between them and palmed her breast.

“And having sex is supposed to settle this?” she asked, wrapping her arms around him with a gasp as he gave her breast a squeeze.

“It couldn’t hurt,” he said, kissing his way down as he shifted his hand away from her breast. He reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up slowly.

“We can’t stay married,” she argued weakly, tilting her head back and swallowed hard, trying to find the willpower to stop this before she did something foolish.

“I think we can,” he whispered, groaning softly as he rolled his hips, grinding his large erection between her legs.

“Oh, God,” she gasped, squeezing her eyes shut as she struggled to think of something else, anything else, to distract herself away from how good it felt to be in his arms and how desperately she wanted him.

She had to stay strong!

She needed to stay focused!

She needed….she needed…she……

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked as his hand returned to her breast and held it higher as he traced her nipple with the tip of his tongue.

“Maybe?” she groaned as her breaths came faster and she tried to remember why they shouldn’t be doing this.

“Maybe?” he asked, chuckling against her breast like the insensitive bastard that he was as she struggled to think things through.

“I’m thinking!” she snapped, opening her eyes to glare at the crisp white ceiling as she gasped and panted a bit.

“I tell you what, sweetheart,” he said, sounding thoughtful, pausing just long enough to gently pull her nipple between his lips before he allowed it to slip free with a soft groan, “if you really want a divorce, then I’ll stop. I’ll go get a room of my own. We can figure things out, talk to Garrett and have the whole matter cleared up quickly.”