Shallow Grave. Karen Harper

      A jolt of lightning shot straight to Claire’s belly. She might be pregnant, she might be married, she might have made love to Nick Markwood for months now, but it was always like that first time on the yacht when she gave herself so totally to him—and, she believed, conceived this child. When he bent to kiss her throat, she twisted in his arms and kissed him back hard and hungry.

      He loosed the towel around his hips, helped her out of her robe and nightgown, and lifted her into his arms. In their bedroom, he bent to click the lock on their door, then laid her on the bed and got in beside her.

      Everything fled—disappeared—except Nick when he touched her, when he took over like this.

      “I’ll be careful,” he said, keeping his weight off her.

      “Yes. Tonight, but also with getting too involved...”

      Her words weren’t making sense.

      “I’m always too involved with you,” he murmured in her ear as he slid his tongue from her neck to her breasts.

      She shut out everything except their love, but when he had her purring, she thought of that tiger again and went so crazy with passion that she accidentally scratched his back.