WANTED by Delores Fossen

forbidden and hot. Which she was. His mouth didn’t let him forget that, and neither did the rest of his reckless body.
    He pulled her closer, deepening the kiss even more. Deepening everything else, as well, since her leg had stayed on top of his, and the new position put his erection right against those pink panties.
    Not good.
    Because he already had some raunchy thoughts. Morning sex was usually the best. But sadly, he didn’t think time of day had anything to do with it. He just needed Lyla badly, and he did some bad things because of that need.
    He ran his hand between them and under her shirt. Touching her. On her stomach and then making his way up to her breasts. No bra. Just his bare hand on her bare skin, which was warm and well past inviting.
    The kiss continued. So did the touching, but Wyatt wasn’t the only one playing this game. Lyla touched, too. Her hand sliding over his chest. Her finger, easing through his chest hair. He’d never considered that a sensitive spot on his body, but he had to rethink it. Her touch was fanning the flames and making him crazy.
    She made that sound again. A silky moan of pleasure mixed with some surprise.
    Yeah, he was surprised, too.
    Surprised this was turning into full-blown foreplay. Surprised that it felt far better than it should have.
    And it was that last thought that kicked him in the head and caused him to back off and think. They couldn’t keep this up. Not with so little clothing between them, a good bed and semisleepy brains. It was a perfect storm for what would be great sex.
    That both of them would regret.
    It wouldn’t take long for that regret to set in, and Wyatt tried to focus just on that. And not on what would almost certainly be the pure pleasure leading up to the regret.
    Her breath was gusting now, and she was staring at him as if trying to figure out what to say or do. She started to defuse things by slipping her leg away from his. That helped a little, but her scent was still on him, and he could still feel the sensation of his fingers touching her.
    “Sorry.” Lyla had to clear her throat and repeat it for the word to have sound. “It’s the pregnancy. My hormones are all messed up.”
    Wyatt glanced at her tightened nipples, which were highly visible with the cotton shirt pressed against them. “Hormones caused that?”
    “And you.” She added some mumbled profanity. “That’s not a compliment. I’m always attracted to the wrong man. Two failed engagements prove that.”
    It stung a little to hear himself called the wrong man. Even if it was the truth. But the rest of what she said wasn’t true at all.
    “I think the only thing your two failed engagements prove is that you were smart enough to end things before they went too far.”
    Of course, here she was married to him. Temporarily anyway. But in her mind, things had probably already gone too far in a really bad direction. That’s why she’d lumped him in there with the two other wrong men.
    Wyatt suddenly wanted to punch both of those men.
    And he didn’t know why.
    There was just a lot of dangerous energy simmering inside him, and he didn’t know where to aim it. He definitely couldn’t aim it at another make-out session with Lyla, because this time he might not have the willpower to pull away from her.
    “What about you?” she asked. “Other than your late wife, have you had any serious relationships?” But she frowned, moved away and pulled the covers over her. “Don’t answer that. A few kisses don’t obligate you to tell me your life story.”
    No, but it felt as though they did. If not his life story, he wanted to share something with her. “I haven’t been involved with anyone long-term since Ann.”
    Her chin came down a fraction. Her eyebrows came up. “If that’s true, it’s not for lack of opportunities.”
    He thought maybe that was a compliment to offset the wrong-man zinger. “There have been opportunities,” Wyatt admitted. “But I gave up casual