"I want a son with you," he said huskily. "I want a houseful of children." Her eyes sketched his face. "Dark-haired little boys with green eyes...." He crushed her mouth under his, roughly, hungrily, possessively. "Don't tempt me," he said tightly. "I want you like hell." "I wouldn't stop you," she said softly. "Anything you want, Garet. Anything."