7. Aspen
CHAPTER 7
Aspen
T he wedding planning is going great and I’m feeling stronger, healthier. All the vitamins and the nausea medicine are taking care of most of my major issues. If I can just stop touching my stomach in front of people I’ll be perfectly content with how things are going right now. Micah is staying close but he’s not pushing me.
Although he did ask if he can go to my next doctor’s appointment. I told him I’d think about it. I’m still thinking.
But my bride and groom are ecstatic with our work and I’m excited to see how it all ends up. It’s coming up on us soon.
I’m feeling a little bit tired and I keep falling asleep though. I’m guessing that is normal but it’s dragging at me and I yawn, sitting at my desk.
“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, hot body 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.”
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 yet so 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.
I lift my arms over my head and whimper when he peels my clothes off so fast that he rips my favorite bra in half. He throws it behind him and a sexy smirk curls his lips. My belly coils with tension and when he finally drops to his knees, I can’t draw in a breath. The whole room is hushed, waiting. But his mouth buries itself between my thighs and then he’s so far into my pussy that I don’t know how he can breathe. My back and head hit the wall and I’m so far gone that my fingers drop to his hair, yanking. He pulls away immediately.
“Uh-uh. No touching, baby. Hands up or I’ll tie you up.”
I lift my hands up slowly and hold them on my head, grasping my own hair as he takes his time and his teeth, tongue and lips suckle and slurp at my folds.
“Oh my god!” I whisper, my jaw clenched. His hands drift up and he runs his fingers over my gently-rounded belly, his hands touching the lush curves like he can’t get enough. Rolling fire ripples over me and I can feel an orgasm building, washing over me with the force of a hurricane.
With one more slick of his finger along my puffy folds and then his mouth suctioning on my clit, I fall apart, my whole body turning to jelly as I scream and writhe against his face. The sting of my own hands tearing at my hair so that I don’t touch him sends me over the edge again and the ripples of pleasure keep coming and coming.
Then he stands up and carries me to the bed, his hands yanking at his pants and shoes, his own clothes flying so fast that it takes him seconds to strip to nothing.
Just miles of tanned, muscular skin and the best ass I’ve ever seen in my life.
He growls and falls across me, his hands dragging me up the bed until we’re where he wants me.
“You need me, don’t you, sweetheart? Need me to take care of you. Make you feel good again. Just like I did the last time.”
I nod my head, my whole body lit up with hunger and lust.
He grins and then his mouth latches onto my nipple. No light little touch, his teeth rake and pillage like a pirate claiming his bounty. I arch and moan and my hands tangle in his thick, dark, soft hair, tugging hard.
He growls but it doesn’t slow him down in the slightest. His lean hips rock into my belly and I can feel his erection digging into my hips.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, sweetheart. I need you so bad.”
His fingers run along my ribs and then he grasps my ass, digging into my cheeks hard.
“This pretty ass should get a spanking for looking so good.” He lightly taps at my butt cheek and I groan, flushing, and pushing my hips up into him.
“You’re so hard everywhere,” I say, my own fingers drifting down and across the corded muscles of his belly until I find the hardest part of him. Thick and long and just dripping with need. I rub my finger along the wetness seeping from the tip and my eyes roll back in my head as a raging furnace of heat washes over me. “Please, please stop playing around and fuck me, Micah.”
He growls and lines his thick length up with my aching core. Then, with a sigh and a growl he pushes inside, hard and fast. Gasping, I lock my legs around his waist and match him thrust for thrust.
“You feel so good,” I sigh and he groans, leaning his head down to run his lips along my cheek. I shiver, my eyes opening. He’s so close that I can see the frosty gray flecks in his pale blue eyes. There’s something gentle and loving that flashes in his eyes. I can’t look away as his hips slap into mine and the sound of our frantic lovemaking echoes in the silent room. Gasps, moans and skin on skin again and again. His lips nuzzle my cheek and he nips at my ear, his breath hot and heavy but he never slows down, never stops. Pressure coils inside me and my fingernails dig into the sweat-slick skin of his muscular back. His skin jumps and he sighs.
“You feel so good, Aspen. So damn good.” His hips stutter and the pressure in my core heats up.
“Micah,” I breathe, raspy and needy. His hips slap mine and then a wave of fire washes over me, consuming me. My head goes back and my eyes shut tight. My legs lock around his slim hips and my whole body locks up.
“Micah!” I scream. Pleasure consuming me like a wildfire. Shivers of ecstasy again and again, like crashing waves on a glittery island shore.
His hips stall and I feel the pulsing of his release hitting my walls, painting my body with his need.
He grunts in my ear, shuddering wildly. “Aspen,” he breathes, low and rough. Then he falls across me and the room goes silent except for our heavy breathing melding together. His arms tighten around me as he rolls slightly.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
I shake my head, unable to answer, shocked beyond words. I’ve never felt so good in my life. And it’s with the man that drives me nuts. The father of my child. I don’t know what to think about this so I just close my eyes and push it down.
Thinking can wait. I wrap my arms around him and just feel.