Mack rolled off Lucy and landed heavily on his side, his breathing erratic. He blamed her. He was in excellent shape, so normally a bout of hot s*x shouldn't put him this much out of breath. But Lucy Miller had the ability to steal his damn breath every single time. Unable to stand the loss of touch, he reached out and touched her, placing a hand palm down on her stomach, his touch possessive.
"We didn't use a condom," he said gruffly, speaking to the ceiling because he didn't want her to see the look on his face when he discussed the possibility of impregnating her.
"I realized," she said quietly. "I'm on the birth control pill- and I'm clean." She left that hanging out there, clearly expecting him to respond in kind.
"I'm clean," Mack growled and rolled toward her. He grabbed her face
