Chapter 60

Self-control was one thing, but the strain of being so close to her and not being permitted to lay a finger on her was beginning to tell. He didn’t know how she did it, but her inbuilt sensuality seemed to have grown along with the baby— and he would defy any normal, red-blooded male not to have felt the same as he did.

Not that they had been doing anything likely to fan the flames of passion—quite the opposite, in fact. They spent long lazy evenings and weekends together. Kaleb cooked and Sasha continued to eat enough for two— sometimes three. They played cards and watched television —though the channel was swiftly changed if there was anything on it which was even remotely connected to sex.

They read books—sometimes they even read the same books and then they discussed them afterwards.

Sometimes the discussions were amicable, when they agreed on something. More often than not they could only have been described as ‘heated’.

And heated was also the only way