Single Dad's Triple Trouble. Fiona Lowe

and they tumbled gently back onto the grassy knoll.

      His lips slid off hers for a moment and as he stared down at her a million undefined emotions flashed in his eyes. ‘God, I’ve missed you.’

      Her heart quivered as his husky voice filled her with desperate yearning and hope. ‘I’ve missed you, too.’ Her hands pulled him closer, needing to touch him, needing to feel the tautness of his muscles against her skin and his leg entwining with hers as he lay half against her.

      His hand slid under her blouse, seeking her breast, which ached for his touch. His fingers touched the hard nipple and she gasped as a rainbow of colours showered her mind. Now her tongue invaded his mouth, taking what she knew belonged to her, and she revelled in her power as he shuddered against her.

      Sand trickled into her waistband, grass prickled her heels but she hardly noticed as her fingers traced the length of his spine, the touch and feel so familiar to her that she knew the outline of every bone and crevice and exactly where to press to make him tremble.

      As if on cue, he groaned against her and his mouth trailed down her neck; nipping, branding, kissing and whispering words that ignited the last remnants of longing into raging need. She never wanted it to end.

      ‘Daddy!’

      Gabe stiffened and instantly broke the kiss.

      She vaguely heard the sweet call of a child’s voice, immediately followed by deeper adult tones, and she reached out to touch his cheek. ‘I guess you’re right. This is getting way out of hand for a public park so let’s go back to my place.’

      He made a guttural sound and rolled away from her.

      Warm air rushed in, making her feel cold after the raging heat of their bodies, and her desire-hazed vision instantly cleared. Shock scarred his handsome face, giving it a haggardness she’d never seen before, and her blood turned to ice. ‘What’s wrong, what’s happened?’