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Instantly alert, Amit lifted onto his elbow, looking down at her. “What happened ‘again’? Sex?”
“Yes,” she whispered, hurt in her voice now. She grabbed a towel, wrapping it around herself. It was hard to be angry with Amit when she was naked.
Okay, yes, she could, because she was. At the moment, she was livid. Not with him but with herself. But then she looked at him as he stood up, standing over her in all of his naked glory.
“What’s wrong with sex?” he demanded, his hands resting on his hips and his expression darkening.
Marianna bit her lip, nearly groaning with the immediate surge of desire as she stared at his broad, muscular chest and those tightly ridged abs. Her eyes moved lower and she nearly gasped when she found that he was fully erect. Again!
“Nothing is wrong with sex,” she started, then huffed, turning away from him. “Will you please put some clothes on? I can’t think when you’re naked, Amit.”
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Amit stared at her back, noting the tension in her shoulders. Moments ago, they’d been enjoying the aftermath of a very satisfying moment and now…they were fighting? What the hell had just happened?
That’s when he noticed her shoulders quiver. Was she crying? No! Impossible! But then they did it again. The movement was tiny, but he was so in tune with every part of her that he noticed.
His anger and frustration melted away, replaced with concern. He moved closer, not touching her because they both knew where touching led. And this…something was clearly bothering her.
“Mari, talk to me. What’s going on?”
She sniffed, revealing that she really was upset. Marianna glanced over her shoulder, then groaned and quickly looked away.
“Amit, please, just…get dressed, okay?”
He didn’t want to get dressed. He wanted to talk to her and understand what was happening in her mind. But he also knew that being naked was distracting. If she hadn’t wrapped that towel around her, who knows what might have happened by now.
And they really did need to discuss some things.
He turned and headed inside, remembering that he’d stripped off his clothes as he’d walked across the living room. Thankfully, the servants hadn’t come through to clean up, so his clothes were where he’d left them. He pulled on his boxers and the slacks, not bothering with the shirt because he was too impatient to understand what had upset his Marianna.
And yes, he suddenly realized that she was “his” in his mind. Now, he just needed to convince her of that status. Because he was definitely hers.
Once he had his pants zipped up, he turned, disappointed to find that she’d put on a robe, tightening the belt as she moved several feet away from him.
“Okay, I’m no longer naked. Talk to me,” he commanded, ready to propose and…!
He suddenly realized what he’d been forgetting for the past week. Protection! He hadn’t used any sort of protection against pregnancy while she’d been here! Damn it, he hadn’t protected Marianna!
Marianna turned, her mouth open and she was obviously about to say something, but the realization of what he’d missed hit him like a ton of bricks. So, he didn’t wait to interrupt whatever she was about to say. Instead, he simply blurted out, “Are you pregnant?”
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Marianna stared at him, not sure she understood. Pregnant? Why would she be…? And then it hit her. Pregnant! Protection! She wasn’t on any sort of birth control and…now that she thought about it, they hadn’t bothered with protection during their week-long sex marathon.
Pregnant? Automatically, her hand flew to her stomach where a small life form might be growing even now. Pregnant!
“No!” she gasped, shaking her head and unconsciously taking a step backwards. “I can’t be!”
“Can’t be?” he gently asked, eliminating the space between them, but shoving his hands into his pockets so that he didn’t reach out and pull her into his arms. They both knew what would happen next. “Are you certain that you’re not? Are you on any sort of birth control?” He sighed, shaking his head. “Because I’ll be honest,habibti, I completely forgot, which has never happened before.”
“No,” she replied honestly. Shaking her head, she tried to concentrate. With one hand on her head, she stepped away from him, pacing around the living room. It wasn’t a good space in which to pace because there was too much furniture in the way.
With a disgusted groan, she moved towards the area that defined the living room from the dining room. “I’m not pregnant!” she replied.
“But you’re not on any kind of contraception?” he asked again, wanting to hold her, but aware of the need that was already thrumming through him.
“No, but…it’s impossible for me to be pregnant.” Which was an absolutely ignorant statement. Of course she could be pregnant. In fact, her last cycle had been about a week before she’d come here. So not only was it possible, it was quite probable!
