Desiree felt trapped. Pound for pound, Ernie could pin her in seconds. He already had her in his arms, and he wasn't about to let go. He loved her? What the bloody hell was wrong with him. Reaching up, Desiree put her hands on his shoulders, creating a bit of space between them. "Ernie, no. You can't, it's too... just, no. It's just lust, and you've never done this before. Don't, please don't." Desiree was terrified. No one had ever told her they loved her, not even her own father. How could Ernie love her? The more she thought about it, the angrier she was becoming.