Irresistible by MacKenzie McKade Page B

her tears.
    “Baby, what’s the matter?” The bed moaned beneath his weight as he sat down. His warm palm smoothed across her back. “Syd. You’re breaking my heart. Don’t cry. Tell me what’s wrong.”
    What could she say? That somewhere deep inside she had wanted to be pregnant, wanted a real family of her own—wanted him.
    “Talk to me, Syd. Please.”
    Her chest hurt, the pressure unbearable. Could a person’s heart really break?
    “Just leave me alone, Sean.”
    “I can’t do that.” His strong hands wrapped around her, dragging her into his lap—into his embrace. She pressed her face into his shoulder, refusing to meet his gaze. “Shhh. Now where did all these tears come from?”
    “Nowhere. PMS,” she quickly added. That had to be it, because she wasn’t thinking rationally. Neither of them needed a baby or to be forced into a situation they might regret later. “I’m always prone to outbursts and mood swings before my period starts.” At least that wasn’t a lie.
    “Nice try, sweetheart, but I’m not buying it. What’s really behind these tears?” He wiped a few lingering drops away with a finger.
    A rap on the door saved her from blurting out the truth. She wiggled out of his lap and got to her feet, wiping her eyes with both hands. “Yes?”
    Cameron pushed open the door, her eyes flashing concern when she saw Sydney’s tear-streaked face. “What’s wrong? Sean?” His name came out on a frustrated sigh.
    “You guys go on. We’re not going skiing.” As he spoke he stood, standing so close to Sydney that she felt his heat, inhaled his masculine scent.
    “Syd—”
    “Cameron.” He firmed his voice. “Close the door. We’ll see you when you get back.”
    She hesitated, glancing back and forth between the two of them. In the end she pulled the door closed behind her.
    Sean reached for Sydney. She didn’t have the strength to pull away.
    Wrapping his arms around her, he rested his chin on her head. For a moment he just held her, until she shivered. The chill in the room made her wet bathing suit uncomfortable.
    “You need to get out of this thing.” He pulled the string tied at her back, releasing her top, so that it hung loose around her neck to bare her breasts.
    “Sean?”
    “Shhh. Let me take care of you.”
    Pressing several small kisses on her lips, he reached for the string around her neck and worked on the knot to remove her top completely. Then he slid her bottoms past her hips and they fell, sliding down her legs.
    She stepped out of the material pooled around her ankles. “Sean—”
    He pressed a finger against her lips. “Get into bed.”
    “But—”
    “Bed.” He tore back the damp comforter and jerked his head toward the mounds of pillows. “Now.”
    Sydney sat on the mattress, watching him retrieve her swimsuit top and bottom and carry them into the adjacent bathroom. When he came back he was as naked as she. His erect cock jutted out of a thatch of curly, dark hair.
    As he approached, she licked her lips. “Sean, what do you think you’re doing?”
    Ignoring her, he moved to the other side of the bed. She twisted around to see him pull back the blanket and sheet, before he climbed in.
    One hand propped his head up as his sensual lashes lowered lazily to shadow even more sensual eyes. “I’ve dreamed of this.”
    She blinked. “What? Me looking like a damp dishtowel, crying like a fool?”
    “No. You. Me. In bed.” He patted the area next to him. When she didn’t respond, he scooted closer. “Damn, woman, you’ve driven me into a sexual frenzy since we were teenagers.” Looking at her through half-shuttered eyes, he reached over and smoothed his palm down her arm, until his fingers circled her wrist. “And nothing has changed.”
    As much as she needed to feel him next to her, inside her, Sydney knew it was best to end this before it went any further. If she wasn’t pregnant, maybe they could pick up the pieces, forget this weekend. But even