Fall To Pieces(38)

Kyle shook his head slowly. “No, baby, you’re gonna have to be a bit more specific.”

Okay, I had no clue of what he wanted to know.

“I’m not following you,” I admitted, rubbing my forehead.

Kyle came around his desk to where I was sitting, and rested himself in front of me.

“I want to know why you’ve traipsed across town in your condition, to thank me –who also happens to be your boyfriend and not to mention the father of your child- for something, as fucking absurd, as my hospitality.”

My back stiffened. “In my condition?”

I stood up; feeling suffocated, and paced the floor, urging myself to calm down. This was not the way this conversation was supposed to go.

“I’m not diseased, I’m pregnant. I was trying to be gracious.”

“And?” Kyle added, folding his arms across his chest.

I rested my hands on my hips and stared him down...Well, up considering our height difference.

“And, I want my job back.”

“Absolutely not,” he said with finality.

I gaped and him, and resisted the urge to stamp my foot, barely.

“You haven’t even heard me out, asshat. I’m not expecting to go back to my old position. I have a proposition for you.”

“I don’t need to,” Kyle shot back. “You can talk your sweet mouth off until the cows come home, sweetheart, and it won’t change a damn thing.”

He hissed and waved a hand at me. “You are thirty-two weeks pregnant. You heard what Dr. Ashcroft said. There isn’t a hope in hell, that I am going to allow you to work.”

“Allow me to work?” I asked, outraged. “You are not the boss of me, Kyle Carter.”

Kyle smirked. “Actually, baby, I sort of am.”

“Uh,” I growled, throwing my arms in the air. “You are being a damn control freak.”

“No,” he said calmly. “I am being protective, taking care of what’s mine. There’s a difference. You are being irrational, baby.”

I balled my fists tightly, trying to resist the urge to push his paperwork off his desk. “You are being old fashioned and incredibly sexist.”

Kyle straightened, and smirked at me. “And you are incredibly sexy right now, princess,” he purred, stroking my cheek.

I gaped at him. “And you are…What….Don’t try and change the subject, Kyle.”

“I thought we were listing each other’s character traits,” he chuckled.

“I was stating the facts,” I growled, slapping at his chest.

Kyle caught my hand and pulled me into his chest.

“So was I,” he whispered, leaning so close, his breath blew into my face.

“Kyle,” I warned, but it was a weak threat, and my voice exposed it.

His hands came around my waist and my pulse raced, my eyes fluttered shut.

It was my body’s involuntary reaction to his close proximity. He was intoxicating and absolutely lethal.

“You come into my office, all pissy and demanding, and expect me stay calm.” He tightened his grip on me, causing me to whimper. “I’m so fucking hot for you right now, princess.”

I made to push him away, but somehow my hands found his hair.

My eyes were squeezed shut, my chest panting, my body locked in anticipation as Kyle’s lips touched my ear.

I knew I needed to push him away, this was not how this conversation was supposed to pan out, but…I couldn’t.

My body refused to step away from him.

“I want you,” he whispered, nipping my earlobe with his teeth.

I could feel his erection digging into my swollen belly, and I dampened between my legs.

“Kyle,” I said, this time a breathy moan.

I looked into his desire-filled blue eyes and my brain switched off.

I couldn’t think straight; he was smothering my senses.

His face in my vision, his voice in my ear, his scent in my nostrils, his body against mine, his hair in my hands…

I was coiled tight with lust, with fevered anticipation.

His lips touched the part of my neck where my pulse was hammering.

“I want you so fucking bad, I can’t think straight, Lee.”

He ran his tongue up my neck before planting a kiss on my jaw and in my desire provoked state, I cried out, “Yes.”

Turning me in his arms, he pressed his front to my back as he trailed his fingers up my sides, before circling and cupping my aching breasts.

My head fell back against his chest, eyes closed, mouth open.

I moaned loudly as his fingers traced the outline of my nipples, straining against my maternity dress.

“What do you want, princess?” he murmured against my neck.

His right hand slid down my leg, sliding my dress up to cup my throbbing heat.