Silver Miracles by Fayrene Preston

you"—Chase continued to pursue the subject with a bewildering relentlessness—"even in this day and age. Did you think about having an abortion?"
    "Not . . . for . . . one . . . minute." Her loud, clear and firm reply echoed around the still room.
    Chase raked his hands through the sliver length of his hair and slanted her a considering glance. "Do you still love him?"
    Trinity paused for a moment, thinking out her answer carefully. She wanted to give as honest an answer as she could. Somehow she sensed that it was terribly important. "Part of me will always love him. He gave me Stephanie and I’ll never apologize to anyone for that. But it was so long ago, and life goes on. I’m not still in love with him. Does that answer your question?"
    Chase paced back to the bar and set his glass down. Hunching his shoulders, he appeared to be deliberating some weighty matter.
    Trinity regarded him quietly, waiting for his next move, watching the way the muscles in his upper arms tightened tensely as he leaned against the bar.
    Why this strange man should have the power to affect her so greatly was beyond her. But every time he breathed, there was an answering movement inside of her, and she didn’t know what to do about it.
    Maybe tomorrow she would think about the ramifications, but right now all she could concentrate on was the way the breadth of his shoulders stretched out the black silk of his shirt and the manner in which the gray slacks molded his lean hips, following gently the curve of his firm male buttocks and on down the long, muscled length of his legs.
    Trinity couldn’t stand the strained silence one minute more. She had to get up, go to him, find out what was wrong. Tentatively placing a hand on his shoulder, she jumped when he quickly turned.
    The heat emanating from his blue eyes was a tangible thing. Boring straight into her, his eyes effortlessly transferred their raging passion to her. His two hands cupped her face, looking at her, absorbing every detail, from the slight trembling of her lips to the matching heat in her eyes.
    "Oh, Trinity," Chase muttered thickly, "I honestly think there’s only one thing that I can do with you."
    His lips were hard and sure, and Trinity opened her mouth to his without hesitancy. All night long, she had yearned just for this, and she gave herself up to the shivers of sweetness their joined lips were creating within her.
    Her arms slid around his neck, and her fingers threaded into the rich vitality of the silver-whiteness of his hair. Lifting her in his arms, Chase carried her the short distance to the sofa and lowered her onto the sensuous velvet material.
    Following her down, he murmured into her throat, "How I kept my hands off you all evening is beyond me."
    "Why did you try?" Trinity gasped, as his hand found the one tie that secured the dress around her waist and undid it. Slowly he unwrapped the dress from about her, leaving only a pair of narrow panties to keep her from being completely naked.
    "God!" Chase groaned huskily at the sight of her. Compulsively, he ran a trembling hand over the silky texture of her skin, closing on one swollen breast and lowering his mouth to its tip. "You’ll never know the effort it took, but if I had touched you before now, I couldn’t have stopped, and I had to ask you about Stephanie."
    His lips and teeth played with one hard nipple, while his hand caressed the other. His words were warm around the pink tip, fondling it, heating it, in an entirely new and exciting way.
    Trinity squirmed against him and murmured, "Why?"
    "I had to make sure there was no one else. I want you too badly to share you."
    "Oh, Chase," Trinity whispered weakly, pulling his mouth up to hers again and capturing his tongue.
    His hand had lowered to go between her legs, skillfully pulling the last scrap of material off and then gently prying them apart. Trinity moaned as her body received two of his fingers, and she arched shamelessly up to him, giving away