Chapter 18

She turned toward him, her hands working at his belt. "Your turn."

But he caught her hands again, his expression suddenly serious. "Keira, we need to talk about protection."

Reality crashed back in. They were in a warehouse, held captive, with no access to contraception. The responsible thing would be to stop, to wait until they were safe and could take proper precautions.

But looking into his eyes, feeling the connection between them that had nothing to do with physical attraction and everything to do with something deeper, she found she didn't care about being responsible. They may never get another chance at this. If things went badly she wanted to experience this. Forget doing the right thing.

"Are you on the pill?" he asked, his voice strained with the effort of stopping when they were both so far gone.

"No," she admitted. "But it wouldn't matter. I couldn't get to it anyway."

His jaw tightened. "If we do this, you could get pregnant."

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