Mack rolled off Lucy and landed heavily on his side, his breathing erratic. He blamed her. He was in excellent shape, so normally a bout of hot sex shouldn't put him this much out of breath. But Lucy Miller had the ability to steal his damn breath every single time. Unable to stand the loss of touch, he reached out and touched her, placing a hand palm down on her stomach, his touch possessive.

"We didn't use a condom," he said gruffly, speaking to the ceiling because he didn't ...