“We were going to go shopping when we got back from Ohio on Saturday,” Kai told me, pulling me from my thoughts.
Right. We were going to Ohio in two days to look at some houses for him to live in. We would spend a day there, then come back, and then he would drive back a few days after that. We had so little time together. And now I was out of peanut butter.
I wasn’t sure what my facial expression revealed, but he got up from the couch and approached me with raised eyebrows, a smirk tugging at his lips. “If it’s going to make you cry, I can go get you some peanut butter.”
“I’m not crying,” I snarled, slamming my spoon on the counter. His smirk morphed into a full-on grin, and I bared my teeth at him. My hormones had gone 100 percent haywire since that doctor’s visit. Poor Kai was probably excited to be rid of me for a while.
Instead of looking perturbed or hurt by my rudeness, he laughed, then grasped my arms, those steely grays holding me hostage. “I’ll go get you some peanut butter, toots.” He kissed my forehead, lingering there. The scent of him did some crazy things to said hormones. Which I couldn’t even act on, because somebody had researched and found that having sex during pregnancy could induce labor. He wouldn’t even talk about it.
“I want to go, too,” I demanded when he moved to grab his keys from the table. He looked back at me, his gaze showing that he was fighting suggesting I didn’t go.
“You sure? I was going to grab a few things for our trip. It might entail a lot of walking.” His worried look made me want to snarl again. He wasn’t giving me what I wanted in bed, he was making sure I rested at least four hours during the day, and he’d gone with me when I went to tell Tim I couldn’t work anymore. He was the reason for my crankiness.
“I’m going.”
I left him standing there to go put on a darker shade of leggings and replaced his T-shirt with a green dress. My bump had seemed to grow even more, making it completely impossible to wear any of my regular shirts. He had lent me a few of his shirts that I loved, but I’d had to ask him if I could get some new clothes, since even some of the maternity clothes I’d bought myself no longer fit me right.
When I came back out, he looked me up and down, a feral gleam in his eyes. I was tempted to see how far his resolve went, but my desire for peanut butter far outweighed any other. Story of my life. Though when I went to walk past him out the door, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me so close our noses almost bumped. “Why do you have to dress like that?” he asked in a ragged tone.
I smirked, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He leaned in, rubbing his lips against mine, making a humming sound. My bones melted, everything in me combusting. Then he kissed me good and hard, his hands roaming my body, stopping to squeeze my bottom. My brain emptied of all grumpiness to be replaced by pure lust. But then he nipped my lip and pulled back, both of us breathing ragged.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” he growled in a very sexy way, kissing me once more before smacking my bottom.
I was completely on fire. When he left me standing there, heading for the door, I huffed out a breath. “That was extremely rude.”
He chuckled darkly. “I could say the same of you changing into that dress.”
Then he was out the door, and I was huffing and puffing behind him. He opened the car door for me like a gentleman. We were driving my car, since it turned out his truck wasn’t so easy for me to get in and the market was just down the road. My car should be able to make it.
I held his hand while he drove. He kept glancing sideways at me with those sexy eyes. I couldn’t even be grumpy at him anymore. I just wanted him. Not just in my bed but in my life. All my defenses had fallen. With him, there was no longer the need to be a slut, no need to stick to all my rules that I’d already broken. Him leaving was going to suck. I wasn’t sure if I liked the idea of being alone like I was before ever again. In a little under a month, he’d wormed his way so deeply into my life. Maybe making a few sacrifices for him wouldn’t be such a bad thing. Maybe being in love with him, letting myself be, wouldn’t be so bad either.
He glanced sideways again while we were at a red light, saying, “That green makes your eyes look like molten gold.”
I smiled, then said, “What if I moved to Ohio after I finish my summer classes?”
He looked back at the road, driving again. His knuckles turned white, his throat bobbing before he cleared it. “That’s something you would want to do?”
He seemed so vulnerable. I’d made him feel that way, afraid to talk to me about moving in with him. I only had a few more weeks left of school, then a week off, and then my summer classes would start. I only had two of them and would be done a little over a month before the twins were due, but that might work out perfectly.
“It might be a little hectic, moving all my stuff over there and not knowing if I’ll have the twins early.” I shrugged, not wanting to show just how badly I wanted this,
