His eyes burned with remorse. "I know, and I hate myself for what I did to you. But I promise, I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you and our daughter."

Her heart overfilled, and she claimed his lips once more, not wanting to ever cease tasting and touching him. His palms slipped down over her sweater, caressing the sensitive skin of her back and sides as she pushed against him. She shuddered, fire kindling low in her stomach.

She tore her lips from his and kissed blistering paths along his neck, inhaling his heady scent. Her mate.

"I need you," she whimpered against his...