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"We need to talk."
"Nico," Taking the drink from her, he put it away and turned her to face him.
"Are you still seeing him?" he asked roughly.
"Yes," She lied and was ashamed of herself for using Robert as a shield. This was not her. She had always been honest to a fault, but she had no idea what to do about Nico. "No."
"Which is it?" he shook her lightly.
"No." She sighed softly. "Nico," She broke off when his mouth covered hers. All the fight went out of her, and she simply clung to him, her body yielding while her mind battled with her emotions. Everything emptied out of her brain and all she could do was just feel. Wrapping her hands around his neck, she succumbed to the heat flowing through her body like a river sweeping over stones.
When he lifted her into his arms, she wrapped around him, realizing that this was what she had been waiting for all along.
He went with unerring accuracy to her bedroom without breaking his stride or ending the kiss. Kicking the door shut, he stopped only to lower her onto the bed, following her down and covering her body with his. Lifting his head, he brushed away the tendrils of hair clinging to her cheeks, his eyes alive with passion.
"Don't lie to me again." He whispered hoarsely.
"I..."
"You hurt me just now."
"All right." Her hands were trembling as she used them to brush away his untidy hair from his forehead. "We still have to sort things out."
"Can you accept my daughter? Are you willing to meet her?"
She looked away for a moment as she contemplated the questions. Yes, she could accept his daughter but meeting her would mean they were in a committed relationship.
Tucking his fingers under her chin, he turned her head towards him.
"I asked you a question."
"You asked me two." She shrugged at the look he gave her. "What if she doesn't like me? I think she needs time..."
"To do what?"
"Her mother is gone."
"She is."
"And you're asking her to share her dad with another woman."
"She'll get used to the idea."
"How? Have you asked her?"
"No."
She tried to push him away, but he would not budge. "I cannot just barge into that little girl's life."
"You won't be barging. You're just going to start to get to know her."
"She might hate me."
Impatience whipped through his voice and roughened it. "You're making excuses."
"I'm making reasons." She shifted her body restlessly. "I don't want to be the person that comes between the two of you."
"You won't." At her skeptical look, he shook his head. "You won't. We'll spend time with each other so she can get to know you."
