Page 12 of Purrfect Planning

“Dammit, woman! Go home and get some sleep. You’re about to pitch a tent at your desk.”

Micah’s growl brings my head up and I eye him nervously. There’s something so…tempting about this guy. Half the time I hate him and half the time I want to rip the buttons off his shirt again.

I think I need therapy. Although I’ve heard that pregnancy hormones can make a woman really horny. Maybe that’s it. It’s not him. It’s that my body needs a good fucking.

My face flushes when I remember our one and only time. Micah Johannson is really good at fucking. I am still waking up at night dreaming of his big hands on me, his body covering mine as he claims me.

I shove that thought right back down and clear my throat. “I’m fine, Micah. I’m just a little tired today. I didn’t sleep well last night.” Because I dreamt of his hands all over me and woke up dripping wet and sweating so hard that I had to change my sheets and then use a damn vibrator on my aching clit.

I wish to god this wedding was over. I need to get away from this guy.

I stand up and move towards him, growling when he doesn’t move out of the doorway. “Move, please.”

“You need to get upstairs and get some sleep.”

I lift my brow and cross my arms, glaring him down. “I think that I’m fully capable of taking care of myself. If you’d leave me alone I’d have a helluva lot less stress.”

He flinches and I shove down the niggling guilt eating at me. It’s not his fault that I’m feeling stressed. The bride and groom picked us and this crazy situation.

I’ve got to get over this because I want this wedding to be perfect. In spite of Micah Johannson and his sexy ice-blue eyes and gorgeous body.

“I’m fine. I’d be a lot happier if you left me alone. Just because this is where I work doesn’t mean that I want you camping out in my house, Micah.”

I shove past him and he follows me, smirking. “I’m not camping out. But you need someone to keep an eye on you. You’re not being careful enough. This is a strange thing for both of us but all I want is to make sure that both of you are alright.”

“I promise you that I’m fine. If you leave, I’ll try and get some sleep.”

He points a long finger at me. “Bullshit. I don’t believe one single word that you’re saying right now.”

Growling, I stalk away and into the kitchen, yanking the fridge open and grabbing a bottled water, lifting it up to cool my heated cheeks. I point the bottle at him. “Go. Home.”

He lounges in the doorway, leaning on the wall like some kind of sexy panther. His icy eyes flash fire at me. “Why won’t you let me pick up some of the slack on this wedding, dammit! I know you’re working on other projects too. I can help you.”

I stalk up to him and pause inches from his chest. He’s so tall that I have to tilt my head up to look him in the eyes. “Get this through your thick head. You are not taking over this wedding from me. Ever. Full stop.”

“You are so damn stubborn, woman,” he hisses and then he grabs my arms and yanks me into his chest.

“Hey! What the…”. I don’t even get to finish the sentence before his lips are on mine. I moan as he softens and tugs me tighter into him, bending his body until we’re practically chest to chest.

I soften and his tongue slips along my lips, tentatively pushing inside my mouth and tangling with my own tongue, swiping along my teeth and cheeks like he needs a taste of every dang part of it.

My heart pounds and the smell of him is driving me crazy. I can’t think of a damn thing but how good he feels. His hands holding me tightly, his big, muscular,hotbody engulfing me. I feel safe and treasured and wanted.

His hands wander down my arms and then one locks on the back of my waist and the other moves up, caressing and wrapping around my heavy breasts. I gasp, tingling spreading out from my nipples until my whole body is pulsing with need.Rampant desire washes over me and I need him so bad that I’m willing to do pretty much anything to have him.

“You are driving me crazy, Aspen,” he groans and then he lifts me up and my legs wrap around his waist, the thick bulge of his cock right there where I need it the most.

“Oh my god! Don’t stop! Please! I need you,” I hiss, desperately rolling my hips against him as his big hands cup my ass and lift me higher, harder into him.

“I’m not stopping. I don’t think I could if I tried,” he groans and then he starts walking, looking for the upstairs frantically as I maul him like a lioness in heat. His hand reaches out and grabs onto the railing and he stumbles up the stairs as I kiss and grind against him wildly.

We finally reach the upstairs and it takes him seconds to find my bedroom and gently toss me on the bed. He starts yanking at his clothes as I lean up on my elbows, my gaze locked on every pieces of perfectly tanned skin and gorgeously-flexing muscle as he strips.

“Strip, sweetheart. I don’t think I have the patience to wait much longer to have you. I’ve been going crazy for months. I can’t seem to forget you. No matter how hard I try.”

My brow scrunches. “I’m pretty sure you think that that was a compliment but I don’t think so, Micah.”

He leans forward and his arms lean into the bed as he hovers over me. “It’s not an insult. It’s just plain facts. We had one night and that’s all I thought it was going to be. It’s not like you weren’t running out the door so fast that your ass was on fire.”

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