I don’t know what to think or do.

I don’t know what’s right and wrong.

But I’m so aware of how I feel.

Every inch of skin burns with need against Evan’s touch. He’s got a spell over me. It must be some kind of dark magic, because he makes me forget reason. He makes me forget how angry I am at him.

I melt into him as if I was meant to be held by him from the very start.

The worst part is that I don’t want him to ever let me go. Because the second he does, I’ll remember. Time will resume and the moment will be ruined.

One of these times, I’m going to let him go and never be held again. I can feel it down in my very soul.

His hot breath tickles my neck as he whispers, “I love you, Kat.”

And my soul quiets, the pain soothed. And for the moment, I grip on to him just as tightly as he holds me.

My heart clenches in my chest as I swallow the lump in my throat.

“I’m so happy,” he barely breathes as he brushes his hand against my belly. “We’re going to have a baby,” he says reverently.

How can I not fall back to him when I know he loves me? How can I not cling to him, when he talks to me like this?

Every reason comes to me one by one, the truth too real to ignore.

My nails dig into his shirt as I push away from him. “We need to talk.” I push the words out as he reluctantly watches me move away.

“If we do this, we’re moving forward together?” I ask him.

He nods and says, “I promise.”

“I just want to be with you, Evan.” I speak from the bottom of my heart and I know it’s the bottom because it’s all I have left.

“I promise,” he says again but his eyes are glossy.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t the man I should have been for you,” he says then grabs my hand and kisses my knuckles one by one before turning it over to kiss my wrist. “I’m sorry I fucked things up so bad.” He looks away from me and I can’t stand the look in his eyes.

“It’s okay,” I tell him, desperate to take the hurt away from his expression.

“I love you, and that’s what matters,” he tells me again. “Don’t stop loving me. Please. No matter what happens,” he begs me.

“You didn’t do anything,” I tell him. “Nothing will happen.”

He looks me in the eyes and says, “Nothing will ever happen to you or this baby. I swear, Kat.”

“Our baby,” I whisper and put his hand on my belly. He lowers his head and I swear I think he’s crying, but when he looks up at me he says, “Nothing will ever happen to you or our baby. I’ll never put you in harm’s way, Kat.” He takes a deep breath.

“Just don’t stop loving me,” he says, almost like a plea.

“Don’t stop loving me,” I tell him back and he says beneath his breath, “It’s all for you. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

“Evan,” I start as I reach for his jaw, feeling the intensity of his words and the chill that comes with it. But as my lips part, a startled yelp comes up. Evan’s strong arms wrap around my waist and bring me to his chest as he carries me up the steps.

He sets me down gently on the bed, which is so at odds with how he kisses me. It’s ravenous and reckless even. Desire scorches my skin and makes me scissor my legs.

He groans into my mouth as his hands slip between my thighs and under my panties and he runs his fingers up and down my pussy.

“So fucking wet,” he groans with lust. “I love how you’re always wet for me.”

“Always,” I repeat his word, but my head feels dizzy and the need for him to be inside of me overrides any sort of logic or reason.

I claw at his shirt, desperate to get it off and it makes him chuckle, a deep, low sound.

My eyes feel heavy as I open them to scold him for taking so long and leaving me wanting, but the words stay put in my throat as I watch him pull his shirt over his shoulders, revealing his tanned, tattooed skin and muscular physique.

I lick my lips with the need to kiss him and he grants me exactly that. Bracing one forearm by my head, he leans down to kiss me, pressing his lush lips against mine and tasting me with swift strokes. He pulls back to trap my bottom lip between his teeth as he pushes his jeans down.

It’s a short, sharp pain that spikes through my body, directly connected to my clit. When I open my eyes, letting the sweet gasp of longing escape, I’m lost in his gaze. Trapped under his dark hazel eyes and waiting for him. I’d do anything for him. I swear there’s no way I could love him more in this moment.

“Evan, please,” I start to plead with him not to leave me again. Not to make me choose between a life without him or a life without shame, but he cuts me off, mistaking my plea for what my body feels and not my heart.

“Spread your legs for me.” He gives me the command and my body obeys before I can even fully register his words.

Every thrust is slow and deep. The air between our lips heats until I arch my neck with a moan, feeling his thick cock push deep inside of me, wanting more of me than I can give.

“Evan,” I say his name reverently as my hardened nipples brush against his chest and he groans into my neck, holding himself inside of me.

“I love you,” he whispers and then pulls out slowly. My body relaxes thinking he’s keeping a slow pace, pulling himself nearly all the way out before pushing back in until he’s buried to the hilt. But instead he slams himself into me and I scream out, my nails digging into his muscular shoulders as pleasure races through me.

“I’ll never stop loving you,” he says as he pounds into me again, his hips crashing against mine.

“Evan,” his name slips from between my lips as my head presses against the pillow and thrashes from side to side. It feels too intense. Way too much for so soon. My breathing picks up as my toes curl and my legs wrap around his hips.

He rocks himself against me, his pubic hair brushing against my throbbing clit and I writhe under him, feeling my skin prick slowly with the need for just a little more. I can hardly breathe. “Evan,” I moan and again it comes out as a strangled plea.

“Kat,” Evan says and then nips my earlobe, sending a shudder across my body. “Never forget, that I would do anything for you. Everything for you.”