Lizetta barely had time to gasp before the man's tongue boldly invaded, sweeping through and claiming hers with a fervor that left her breathless.

His warm, firm hand cradled the back of her neck, leaving her no room to escape or even think of retreating. He held her close, demanding her complete surrender.

Her body felt like a soft teddy bear, melting against his solid, iron-strong chest. It was like being caught between a cloud and a furnace, with every inch of her being aware of him.

In that instant, Lizetta was lost, caught up in the heat of the kiss, unable to form a coherent thought. It wasn't until he had thoroughly explored every inch of her mouth, leaving her breathless and teary-eyed from the sheer intensity, that he pulled back slightly and spoke in a deep, husky voice.

"Consider this a warning kiss, Liz. Don't you dare go back on your word."

Lizetta was still catching her breath, her hair tousled from his fervent kisses. A stray lock clung to her lip, dark against her flushed, rosy skin, creating an intimate contrast.

His eyes, deep and intense, flickered as he gently brushed the strand back behind her ear, his touch sending a shiver through her.

Her cheeks were flushed with a rosy hue. "You were the one who said those things, don't pin it on me."

words seemed to ease the tension within Remington, but he didn't let her go. If anything, her response only highlighted the contrast between his relaxed mood and the tension simmering in his

against her, pressing closer, his voice a low, gravelly accusation. "You may not have said it, but that's what

heat radiating from him, the air in the car thick with

the city buzzed with life, cars passing by. He was utterly...

the tips of her ears, she pushed at him, flustered and

to Remington's lips. He hadn't even needed to ask, and she was already withdrawing her words, which only served to lift

her nose with his. "You know, the

ignore Lizetta turned her head, trying to escape his scorching proximity, only

lips brushed over her earlobe, nibbling lightly, his voice a dark whisper. "Liz,

unfinished, teasing her curiosity. Lizetta bit her lip,

slightly, his gaze locking onto hers, deep and stormy with unspoken emotions. He was a man with needs, and the moment he touched her, all O

been a surprise, despite all precautions. It was a testament to his

lead to another little miracle. And with a child, there'd be

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