Page 15 of Purrfect Planning

“Yes, everything is all set. All you two need to do is get your dress and suit and show up in a few months. It’s all running smooth as silk.” Her eyes sparkle like sapphires and images of her flushed skin, her eyes deep and dark, hit me. My dick jerks and hits my zipper, thickening immediately, painfully. I scoot around on the chair, grunting under my breath and trying to find a comfortable spot.

Aspen glances over at me, her blue eyes questioning, her soft brown brows lifting.

I wave my hand. “I’m fine. Just got a little cramp,” I mutter.

She nods and turns back to the computer. “I think that’s all for now. I can’t wait until you guys come back next month for a little review.”

We sign off and she closes the laptop.

And I panic. There’s a feel in the air. Desire and lust is a real being in my mind right now. Like a monster inside me,lurking and shuffling along until it gets its chance and breaks free. Looming over her and reaching for her like some nightmare character.

But he wants her heart and soul, along with her body and that fucking terrifies me. The last woman who had my heart in her little hands squeezed until she broke it.

Her wide sapphire eyes on me make my heart stutter, icy tendrils of fear slithering along my spine.

My mouth opens and nothing comes out for a moment. But then words rush out so fast that they’re tripping over my tongue.

“Ummm. I hate to do this because everything is going so well but I’m going to have to go home briefly. I’ve got a new client that needs a little handholding even though their wedding isn’t until next year.”

A little flash of something sad sparks in her eyes before she shuts down and it disappears. A haughty look settles on her pretty face and I can’t read her anymore. “I’ve been telling you that I don’t need you here. It’s fine. I can handle all of this myself. Everything’s almost done and we’ll just be in a holding pattern until a little closer to the wedding.”

Nodding, I stand up and fight the urge to reach down and grab her, hug her and never let her go.

She’s carrying my baby so I’ll never get away from her but I don’t know if I’m ready to just…give in and stay pinned to her side for the rest of our lives. Iknowthat I’m not ready to admit the affectionate feelings crashing inside me.

I lean down, unable to leave without at least a little touch of her. My lips caress her soft cheek and I close my eyes, breathing in the soft, spicy, womanly scent of her.

Fuck!I don’t know if I can go.

But I stand up straight and smile wryly. “I’m aware that you’re very good at your job, sweetheart. I know you can do this on your own. You’re a fucking queen at your job. You didn’t needme to pull this off. You never did.” My heart squeezes at the way I can’t read her anymore. She’s shut down and it’s all my fault.

But I have to help myself.

So I turn and walk out of the room, my hands clenched, my jaw tight. I stop outside her house and lift my hand up to lean on the door. My heart races, my palms sweating. I already miss her and my baby. I haven’t even met the little bugger yet and it’s already wrapped itself around my heart.

“I hate that I’m doing this. I’m gonna miss you so much, sweetheart,” I whisper to myself, panic overwhelming me for a minute. Then I lift my shoulders, sigh and walk away.

I need to do this. I can’t think, can’t feel anything but sorrow and panic.

Taking a deep breath, I stalk away from the little house on Aster Lane and back to my hotel room at the inn. I tell them that I’ll be back. I just need a week or so to get some things straight at home. They promise to hold my room open and I agree to pay for it and I’m on my merry way.

But as I point my car out of town, I find I don’t want to leave. I am really starting to love this little town of Starlight Bay and its foibles and quirks.

But especially the woman I can’t seem to forget who calls this home.

It takes more than a week to get my client straightened out and during that week I can’t eat, can’t sleep. I’m going out of my mind.

I miss Aspen like my own heartbeat. I wanted to know what was going on with me and now I know.

I’m in love with the woman carrying my baby. The woman who fights me every step of the way except when I’m buried inside her and then she gives in and it’s all there. She wants me, she needs me. I would say that she loves me based on the glitter of affection I see in her dark blue eyes when I catch her staring at me during one of our little spats.

I love her and panic settles over me. I miss her and it’s killing me. I close my eyes and all I see is her honey-brown hair glinting with golden sparks. Her dark eyes full of laughter and heat. I can feel her softness cradled against me.

My dick has been in a constant state of need but the fucker won’t let me get the release I need. All I need is my little baby mama. Her body is the only one I want or need.

And I’ve got my answer now.

I cannot live without my little spitfire. I need to head home to her. I feel like my home is not my own. Like I’m running from what I need. I don’t even recognize my old life anymore.

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