Why didn't she tell me about the baby?
When I first laid eyes on Riss, I knew I wanted her. Her sea-green eyes sucked me in, her sexy curves drove me wild, and her soft lips set me on fire.
We’re sharing the same roof, but we can’t share the same bed. She’s so close, but she’s off-limits.
That won’t stop me. I get what I want, and I want her. I want her body quaking against mine. I want her lips clamped to mine.
But I never knew that I wanted a family, too. Not until I found out the truth. Not until I found out the secret she was keeping.
I claimed her, made her mine. We christened every room, every piece of furniture.
So why would she keep it a secret?
Why didn’t she tell me about the baby?
The last thing I need is a gorgeous Aussie with a filthy mouth who can’t stop talking about his... package.
Too bad I’m going to be stuck sharing a roof with Liam. He takes every opportunity to show off his amazing body… his huge muscles.
His huge something else as well.
If he can’t stop talking about it, I can’t stop thinking about it. But I’m not interested. I can’t be interested.
So why do I let him touch me, bring me quivering to my knees?
Why do I let his rough and hungry hands claim me, make me his?
And why don’t I tell him about the baby?