Carrying the Lost Heir's Child(3)

                He eased back slightly, resting his forehead against hers. “You sure you’re feeling okay? Not dizzy anymore?”

                “I’m okay,” she assured him, clutching his T-shirt.

                Nash’s lips nipped at hers. “I missed you today. I kept seeing you and Max together. It was all I could do to ignore the way his arms were around you. His lips where mine should be.”

                Chills spread over her body. Tingles started low in her belly and coursed throughout. That hint of jealousy pouring from Nash’s lips thrilled her more than it should...considering this was supposed to be a fling.

                “We were acting,” she murmured against his mouth. “You know we’re playing a young couple in love.”

                Lily had wanted to play the role of the late Rose Barrington since news of the project had first spread, and having Max Ford as the leading man was perfect. She and Max had been friends for years...so much so that he was like a brother to her.

                Nash’s hands slid between them, started peeling down the top of her strapless sundress.

                “If Max weren’t married with a baby, I’d think he was trying to steal my time with you.”

                Baby. Just the word threw a dose of reality right smack-dab in the middle of their minor make-out session.

                Lily covered Nash’s hands with her own and eased back. “We need to talk.”

                Vibrant eyes stared back at her beneath heavy lids. “Sounds like you’re breaking things off. I know we never discussed being exclusive.” Nash attempted a smile. “Don’t take my Max joke so seriously.”

                Shaking her head, Lily took a deep breath and pushed through her fear and doubts. “I didn’t take you for the jealous type. Besides, I know what this is between us.”

                Or, what it had started out being.

                “Oh, baby, I’m jealous.” He jerked her against his body. “Now that I’ve had you, I don’t like seeing another man’s hands on you, but I know this is your job and I love watching you work.”

                “I can’t think when your hands are on me,” she told him, stepping back once again to try to put some distance between temptation and the truth.

                A corner of Nash’s devilish mouth kicked up. “You say that like it’s a bad thing. Because I’m thinking plenty when my hands are on you.”

                Smoothing a hand through her hair, Lily tried to form the right words. Since seeing the two blue lines on the stick this morning and confirming what she’d already assumed, she’d been playing conversations on how to break the news over and over in her mind. But now it was literally show time and she had nothing but fear and bundles of nerves consuming her.

                “Nash...”

                Abandoning his joking, Nash’s brows drew together as he reached for her once again. “What is it? If you’re worried about when you leave, I don’t expect anything from you.”

                “If only it were that easy,” she whispered, looking down at his scuffed boots, inches from her pink polished toes.

                Nash was a hard worker, so unlike the Hollywood playboys who always tried to capture her attention. Money and fame meant nothing to her—she had plenty of both. She preferred a man who worked hard, played hard and truly cared for other people...a man like Nash.