"What's wrong?" he asked. “You didn't use anything," she said. "No. I assumed that you were on the pill," he replied. "That went along with the assumption that you were sleeping with Charles and you'd never gotten pregnant." The very word made her flush even more. "Well, I'm not," she faltered. An expression crossed his face that she couldn't understand. He looked down at her body pressed so closely, so intimately to his, and curiously, his big hand smoothed over her flat belly in a strangely protective caress. "If I made you pregnant..." He didn't have to finish the sentence. She always seemed to know what he was thinking. She reached up and put her cool fingers against his wide mouth. "You know me," she whispered, anticipating the question he was afraid to ask. He sighed and let the worry flow out of him. He bent to her mouth and traced it with his lips. "It would complicate things." She only smiled. "Yes." His mouth pressed down hard on hers all at once and his hips moved suggestively.
