Because, whatever the consequences, the look in Daniel’s eyes no longer shone with hurt but hunger instead.
Hot, juicy hunger.
And although making love had been the last thing on her mind when she’d entered his office, her body always responded to Daniel’s nearness and seemed ready, willing and able to comfort him in any way he’d let her.
Hadn’t he said her body had told him all he’d needed to know the night before?
If she couldn’t tell him how much she loved him, she’d at least show him.
What had he done? Daniel wondered twenty minutes later. Fool. Fool. Fool.
At the restaurant, before all hell had broken lose, he’d meant to take her back to her hotel room, strip her naked and refresh his memory.
But she’d told him about Ryan.
A son he hadn’t known he had, and he’d contemplated taking her back to the hotel and wrapping his hands around her pretty little neck instead.
Then Ken Reynolds had suffered a myocardial infarction in the restaurant and his own needs had become secondary.
Instead of a night of leisurely making love to a woman he’d always wanted, or even a night of making her tell him everything there was to know about a child he hadn’t known he’d had, his world had crumbled. And he’d taken her on his office sofa.
What kind of cheap Lothario would she think him?
Then again, she’d thought so little of him that she’d kept knowledge of his son from him, so what did it matter? She hadn’t trusted him to do the right thing and in the end she’d destroyed his trust in her and the way she made him feel.
What they had was cheap.
They hadn’t even undressed.
Daniel pulled away from her, went to toss away his condom, and realized he hadn’t worn one.
“Hell.”
Kimberly’s eyes opened. “Daniel?”
“I didn’t use a condom.”
Her troubled gaze met his and she softly smiled. “It’s okay, Daniel. What’s the likelihood of you making me pregnant the only time we’ve had sex without a condom?”
“Apparently I made you pregnant with a condom, so you tell me,” he said, doing up his jeans.
“It’s the wrong time of the month.” But she looked away, making him wonder if she was telling the truth. Then again, he might just be suspicious because she’d lied to him for half of her life. Lied and cheated him of his son.
“Good.” The last thing they needed was for her to get pregnant again before they resolved the issues between them.
Which drew him up short.
Was that what he wanted? To resolve the issues between them? And if so, resolve them to what end?
At the moment he hated her, yet he’d carried her to the sofa and buried his sorrows in her delectable body with little hesitation.
Because he’d wanted her, had thought they had a chance of starting over, had believed in what was between them.
Nothing but lies was between them.
Lies and a teenage son.
“Why did you just have sex with me?”