One Night Heir. Lucy Monroe
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for her. A man could not make love to a woman with that level of passion and feel none of the finer emotions.
“I should have asked. About the condom.”
“No. It’s all right.” They didn’t need barriers between them.
He nodded, his expression somber as he moved to lie beside her. “I would like to spend the night. May I?”
“Yes.” She wasn’t sure why he felt the need to ask, but then maybe it was that kind of moment.
So much, it deserved proper consideration.
Gillian woke wrapped in Maks’s strong arms. She could tell by his breathing that he was already awake.
Suddenly the words that had been impossible to utter were on the tip of her tongue. She sat up and looked at him in the morning light diffused by her bedroom curtains. “I love you, Maks.”
How easy had that been? The words had practically said themselves, but she found she wasn’t comfortable maintaining eye contact. Particularly when his were showing evidence of shock at her announcement.
How could he not have known? How could her words possibly come as a surprise to him after everything? Or was it her timing?
She’d never uttered those words to another man, didn’t know if there were protocols in Maks’s world that dictated they get said after morning greetings.
That sounded ridiculous, but it wouldn’t be the first aspect to the life of a royal that she found so. It was a good thing she did love him, or she’d never consider spending her life in that kind of weirdly orchestrated fishbowl.
She tucked back down into bed, snuggling against him. “I could get used to this.”
“It is too bad we cannot.”
She heard the words, but they didn’t make sense, so they didn’t register.
Her mind was still on the night before and how unburdened she felt after making her confession this morning. Even if it had been awkwardly done.
At least he hadn’t laughed at her.
That was one of the nice things about Maks. He never mocked another person’s lack of aplomb, even though he never seemed short of suaveness.
“Last night was amazing,” she offered.
“Yes.” His tone was so serious and almost unhappy.
She didn’t understand why.
Maybe he was tired. He had been very energetic throughout the night. Honestly, she wasn’t sure she’d survive if every night was as passionate as the one before, wonderful as it had been.
They hadn’t gone to sleep after the first time making love, but had come together three more times throughout the night. Maks had never been so insatiable. She’d never felt such freedom to respond.
He’d been voracious, both for touching her and being inside of her. And she’d loved every second of it.
Her body twinged delightfully at the reminders of how hungry he had been.
“I am sorry.” If anything, Maks’s tone had grown heavier.
As much as she’d prefer to pretend she didn’t know why he’d apologized, she could not.
But she could tell him that it didn’t matter. She didn’t need Maks to admit love for her so long as he needed her like he’d shown he did the night before.
“It’s all right.” Gingerly, keeping a lid on her own disappointment, Gillian sat up and met Maks’s gaze.
His expression was stoic, like a man trying to pretend something didn’t bother him. “No. Last night was a mistake, I think.”
Then he winced as if he realized he should not have said that.
And well he might wince, the idiot. She wasn’t going to demand words of love, but downplaying the night before wasn’t going to fly with her, either.
Suddenly she had a thought that might explain his odd attitude. “You want to pretend we don’t have sex?”
And did that bother him as much as she thought it did? As much as it absolutely appalled her?
“As wonderful as we are together, it will not be a pretense. It cannot. It would not be fair to you, or to me, if I am honest.”
Her brows drew together. “I don’t understand. You want to stop having sex?”
Until they were married? A royal wedding required at least a year, often two to prepare for. No wonder he’d been so hungry the night before.
But why forego condoms? Did he hope to have gotten her pregnant so they were forced to marry more quickly?
That just didn’t seem like something Maks would do. He was not a master of passive aggressive. Full-on aggression was more his style.
“Continuing to have sex together will only make our eventual breakup all the harder, not to mention increasing the chances of the media picking up on our relationship. We’ve been lucky so far, they’ve left us alone.”
Gillian thought that had something to do with her father’s influence as much as how circumspect she and Maks had been. But that wasn’t the most important thing right now.
“Break up?” she asked, completely at a loss. “Why would we break up?”
They were getting married. Weren’t they? A cold spike of dread pierced her heart. Weren’t they?
His expression was not hope producing. “A breakup between us is inevitable. Surely you understand this.”
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