Page 86 of Ghost's Obsession

I rush over. The second I open the big cardboard box, I get emotional—because of course I do. I’m pregnant and every cute thing in the world makes me tear up.

Inside, curled on a soft white blanket, is a snow-white kitten with huge pale blue eyes and a little gray smudge between her ears. She looks up at me, blinks slow, and lets out the tiniest meow I’ve ever heard.

“Oh my God,” I whisper, lifting her gently into my arms. “You’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

She stares at me, then presses her face to my collarbone and purrs.

When I come back upstairs, Ghost is sitting up in bed, patiently waiting just like I asked.

I don’t say anything. I just set the kitten on the bed beside him and drop my hefty weight down hard on the mattress.

He watches her walk across the blanket, with her tail up. She’s curiously pawing around in the blankets, like she’s just learning to make biscuits for the first time. Then he meets my eyes and asks, “Have you named her yet?”

“She’s my wedding gift to you. You should name her.”

“She’s white like snow,” he muses out loud. “And fuckin’ adorable. What made you decide to get me a tiny kitten?”

“So, you could learn to handle something small and fragile before the baby comes.”

“She’s a cutie, but not as cute as my wife-to-be.”

My big sexy biker knows how to say all the right things. “What do you think would be a good name for her?”

He responds thoughtfully, “Maybe Snow.”

I tell him, “I don’t know, she kind of looks like a little Ghost to me.”

“Can’t be having two Ghosts in the house. Maybe she could be Spook, or Fluffball?” he grins and then he pulls me back into bed with him, dropping the kitten onto his chest.

So much for staying apart until the wedding. We never did follow the rules.

When the kitten meows to get off the bed and explore, Ghost rolls over to face me. “Tell me what you want, sweetness.”

I blush furiously, because this is his way of asking if I want sex. I stop chewing my bottom lip long enough to ask, “What are you offering this morning?”

“You can come on my tongue or ride my glorious cock,” he says, waggling his eyebrows. “Or my personal favorite, both.”

“You’re too much,” I tell him.

He cajoles me, “If you want to ride my cock, you only get half though.”

Ghost has some weird idea that because he’s well-endowed, he’s going to poke the baby. I roll my eyes and tell him, “Both. I’m greedy when it comes to the man I love.”

Ghost’s expression goes from pensive and a bit worried to delighted in the space of a heartbeat.

Being naked in bed with Ghost means it’s belly-worshiping time. He gets off on it and so do I.

Being heavily pregnant means my belly is round and taut, skin stretched tight over the miracle inside. Moving isn’t easy. Sleeping through the night is more difficult than I would have imagined. But mornings like this when he wants to get frisky—are the best.

He hovers over me and opens my robe, pulling it all the way back. His hand slides over the swell of my belly, fingers splayed in a possessive, reverent gesture. “You are a fuckin’ beautiful woman,” he murmurs, voice deep and rough.

“It’s because I’m wearing your beautiful necklace,” I whisper, stretching a little. “See how pretty it looks against my skin.”

“You look good, no matter what you’re wearing,” he says, mouth brushing over my lips. “You look like a goddess right now. And my body knows it.”

The way he touches me, like I’m precious and beautiful, makes everything inside me ache. And the hormones? They’ve made me insatiable. I’m always wet and ready for him.

I shift my hips, trying to tempt him to bring his cock closer. He doesn’t take the bait.

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