Page 13 of Purrfect Planning

My mouth firms and I glare at him. “You are an ass.”

His fiery blue eyes lock on my body, trailing over my dress, all the way to the heels on my feet. “Are you allowed to wear those kinds of heels when you’re pregnant?”

And that right there is why I’m gonna kill this man!

I push at his chest, hard, and he falls backward, landing on his gorgeous ass on the floor. “What the hell, Aspen?”

I stand up and I’m vibrating with rage. “Are you serious right now? You think that you actually have the right to tell me what to wear just because I’m pregnant?”

“With my baby!” He snaps. “Anything could happen to you and then they’re hurt too.”

“You insufferable son of a….biscuit!” I screech. “Get out right now and don’t come back here!” I snarl and point at the door.

“What happened to I need you?” He snaps, standing over me, his bulging arms crossed over his broad chest. A chest that’s too distracting right now as he heaves in rapid breaths, his ice-blue eyes so hot they’re about to boil me alive.

“I don’t need a judgmental ass. You let me know if you ever grow out of this phase and maybe we can talk but I don’t want to talk to you now.” I turn away and stalk over to the window, staring out and trying like hell not to cry.

But he just stands there and I can’t stop the tears pouring down my face. My whole body hurts and it’s mixing with the desire to jump him and ride him like a pony. I’m so confused I just don’t know what the hell to do!

But then he moves in and tugs me into his chest, his arms tight around me but yet gentle and sweet. He kisses my cheek gently, his lips resting on my skin for a moment as we both breathe out a heavy breath. “I’m sorry. I’m an idiot. I’m just terrified that something’s going to happen to you and this baby and I’m afraid that I act like an idiot when I’m all macho and overprotective.”

I huff out a laugh and he grins against my skin. “Do you forgive me?”

“Yeah. I know you’re an idiot.”

He laughs and hugs me tight and then turns me around, his warm, calloused hands gentle on my skin. He’s so big and yetso sweet sometimes that it’s hard to remember the other times when he’s an idiot. I mean, talk about split personality.

My brain blanks out though when he leans down to kiss me and stroke my back. His warm skin burns into me and I can’t breathe. Wildfire rushes through my veins and my fingernails dig into his biceps. He hisses out a shaky breath.

“Fuck, you’re so damn beautiful that it hurts to look at you like this.”

Snorting, I lift my head and smile at him. “You must need glasses because I’m getting bigger every day.”

“Bigger and more beautiful.”

Choking out a laugh, I lean into him. He smells amazing. But I can’t stop laughing. “You suck at compliments.”

“I’d like to suck on you.”

“Oh my god! Awful.” I howl with laughter until his hands drift up and down and he tugs at the bottom of my sweater, a breeze blowing up my bared skin. I settle, my breath catching in my throat.

It’s like instant lust rolls over me. His hands cradle me and his fingers wander over my skin, trails of fire licking along my nerve endings everywhere he touches.

He leans down and kisses me gently, softly. “I’m really sorry I’m an idiot, Aspen. I should never tell you what to do. You’re in charge of you.”

But I don’t want to be in charge of me right now. I want him to touch me all over and I don’t want him being so soft and gentle. I want the man that claimed me the last time.

I moan in the back of my throat and my head drops back, my hair falling down my back. His long fingers tangle in it and he growls, deep in his chest, like a bear. A wild animal.

An animal that I need.

“Micah,” I breathlessly call his name, my eyes closed. “I don’t want soft and slow. I want the man that took me, ravaged me and made me feel so sexy that he couldn’t breathe without me.”

His rumbling response shakes me to my core as he yanks me hard into him and then lifts me up to wrap my legs around his waist. “You want it hard and fast, sweet Aspen? You want a man to make love to you like he needs you more than he needs air?”

I nod my head, my eyes locked on the lust in his gaze. “Then that’s what you’re gonna get.”

And he stalks to a wall and drops me to my feet. “Hands up and don’t touch,” he snaps.

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