her from a dunking. Sydney eased up on the seat.
“Shit.” His movements were sluggish as he sat beside her.
She glanced up at him. “What’s wrong?”
His brows pulled inward, forehead furrowed. “Uh. Are you on birth control?”
“No. Why?”
“I’m afraid we have a problem. The condom broke.”
“Broke?” she choked on a half-cry of disbelief. Her heart sank. “I’m not on the Pill, or anything else for that matter.” She fought back a sob of regret.
Sydney wasn’t promiscuous and it was a good thing since her internal system wasn’t suited to use birth-control pills. Furthermore, she selected her partners carefully. In reality there hadn’t been that many sexual encounters. Hell. She could count them on one hand and still have fingers left over.
The light in Sean’s eyes dimmed. For a moment neither of them spoke. As time stretched into an uncomfortable length, Sydney needed him to say something. Anything. Even scream or yell, but he remained silent. Then he reached for her, gently easing her into his embrace.
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” He pressed his lips to her forehead.
“But—”
“Syd, let it go for now.” He held her for a little longer.
“I need the keys to the car.”
“Why?”
“Maybe there’s a drugstore open. I could get a morning-after pill.”
“Are you crazy? There’s a blizzard out there. No way in hell are you getting into a car in this weather.”
Would tomorrow be soon enough? She’d never taken the pill, never had a reason to.
When Sydney thought she’d go mad with what if scenarios racing around her head, he released her. Stepping out of the Jacuzzi, he offered her a hand for assistance. Accepting his help, she climbed out.
“Wait here.” He walked toward a stack of towels and took two from the top, disposing of the condom before he returned.
She used the fluffy white towel to dry off, the chill in the room seeping into her bones. What if she got pregnant? She chanced a glance at Sean. He wasn’t smiling and who could blame him? Quietly, he gathered his clothes and began to dress, leaving his boots and socks off. She followed suit, her stomach churning in distress.
Again silence engulfed them as they tiptoed up the stairs, attempting to avoid disturbing anyone. When they came to her bedroom he paused, turning to face her. “Stay with me tonight?” He rubbed his palms up and down her arms.
“I think we’ve chanced Fate enough tonight.” Even as she spoke, she couldn’t erase the need to have his arms around her. Needed him whispering in her ear that everything would be all right.
“I understand.” He leaned in and gave her a chaste kiss, and then he opened the door and held it for her. “Good night, Syd.”
A shudder shook her to the core. “Good night, Sean.”
Sean couldn’t believe how the evening had ended. Especially since Sydney did something to him no woman had ever done. She made him forget himself. In those moments when he had held her, kissed her, nothing had existed but the two of them. Now this incident between them could have repercussions neither of them was ready for.
Brushing a hand through his hair, he stepped inside his room. The forlorn expression on Sydney’s face when he walked away from her was heartbreaking. Sean had wanted to hold her, lie beside her, but he’d done enough damage tonight. There was no way he could share a bed with her and not touch her.
Shedding his clothes, he lay down on the comforter and tucked his hands beneath his head to keep from getting the pillow wet with his damp hair. Although he told Sydtolet it go , he doubted she would be able to, because he sure as hell couldn’t.
Restless, he lay awake, sleep far from his mind. The urge to go to Sydney, hold her, was strong, but so was his lust. His cock stirred, hardening with the memory of her sultry expression watching him as he took her from behind. He sucked in a terse breath, bending his parted knees so his