Chapter 34

He moved his face closer, and Sasha felt helpless beneath a gaze so probing it made her feel that he could look into her mind and read every thought there.

Could he tell that she wanted him with an urgency which had her fingers itching to pull his face down to hers? To meet and meld with those sweet, hard lips which would open under pressure… She swallowed down her desire with difficulty and wriggled out of his grip.

“We have to be positive,” he whispered. “Both of us.”

She nodded her head. “I know we do.”

His eyes blazed. “I don’t want you to worry, Sasha. Not about anything. Do you understand?”

The attack of lust passed as quickly as it had arrived, in time for her to realize that he was talking to her as if she had just had her brain removed. “But I’m not worried!” she protested. “Honestly!”

He shook his head, as if he thought she was just reassuring him for the sake of it, to be polite. “Well, I am,” he said flatly.

“You’re worried?”