Billionaire Bachelors 7 ; The Billionaire's Final Stand(65)

Kinsey marched up to him, her eyes flashing fire as her hand came up and poked him hard in the chest. He suddenly forgot what they were fighting over as desire consumed him.




 

 

She was magnificent in a temper. Intoxicating.

"I'm not some push-over, Austin. I blame it on temporary insanity, lack of sleep, too much to drink, any number of excuses for the few times we've been together. But that's all over. Do you hear me? Over! I'm done with whatever this is, and I'm getting on with my life. I don't think you have to worry about a pregnancy, because right now my body is certainly a hostile environment, and if your seed comes anywhere near my uterus, laser beams will strike the little swimmers down," she snapped.

Austin couldn't keep from smiling, which led to laughter. A deep-from-the-stomach, bend-you-at-the-waist, healing sort of laughter. She was so glorious in her anger, so unbelievably exceptional that he wanted to haul her over his shoulder and cart her off to the nearest cave, where he could pound his chest and claim her as his.

"That's it, move from that door right now!"

Her chest was heaving she was so angry. It took a mighty effort but he managed to stop the laughter, though his lips were still twitching. He leaned back, even more comfortably, as if he had all day.

Kinsey's eyes narrowed before she lifted her leg and slammed her foot down on his still bare one. Austin inwardly cringed as a small pain shot up his leg, but he just smiled at her. There was no way he was letting her know he'd felt a thing.

"This discussion isn't over yet, Kinsey, so you may as well make yourself comfortable so we can chat," he said, keeping his voice calm.

She glared at him for several more moments before letting out a frustrated breath and taking a step back. She must've figured out there was no way she was going to physically move him, so she had little choice but to stay in the closet and hash it out.

"Fine, then talk. But make it fast because I'm exhausted and want to get home."

"If you're pregnant, how soon until you know?" he asked as if it was a simple question to answer. In his mind, it was pretty black and white.

"Really, Austin? How soon will I know? Well, let's see, considering I've never been pregnant before, I wouldn't know. Most women that come into the hospital are in their second month and still shocked when we tell them they don't have the flu, but they're going to be a mother in about seven months."

"I don't know either, Kinsey. It isn't like I go around knocking women up."

"Austin, there's nothing we can do about it tonight. The deed is done. It's not like we can go back in time and slip a condom on you, so let's leave it alone until we know something. I'll tell you what, in a few weeks if I haven't started my cycle, I'll get a test, then give you a call. Until then, back off." 

"The sooner you know, the better, Kinsey. If you're pregnant, I want to get married right away. I don't need our son or daughter figuring out the math earlier than they need to," he said as he bent and started putting on his socks and shoes.

When he was done, he looked up, and he could swear he saw smoke coming out of her ears. Her face was red and she was looking at him like he was an alien from another planet.

"What?" he asked. He had no idea why she was still so ticked off.

"What? Really? I mean every woman dreams of the ideal proposal, but I think I need to send this one in to Bride's magazine," she replied tartly.

"You want romance? Fine, I'll give you romance," he thundered.

"I don't want romance. I don't want anything right now but to get out of this claustrophobic room," she yelled back.

They stood glaring at each other for several minutes. Austin knew it wouldn't do him any good to continue the conversation, but for some reason he didn't want to open the door. He knew the second he did, she was going to run out and then he'd have a heck of a time seeing her again.

Why was he chasing a woman so hard who obviously didn't want to be caught? His pride was taking a serious downward spiral the longer he spent with her.

"I'm just trying to do the right thing, here."

"I never asked you to, Austin. I didn't ask for you to sacrifice yourself for me. If I were pregnant, that would in no way mean I'd expect, or even want, to get married. It would just mean there would be a small being growing inside me. I refuse to get married because you think you have to do the right thing. That's no life for me to live, and it wouldn't be fair to you, either. We would just end up hating each other and making our child miserable," she explained, some of her temper dimming.

"I don't look at it like a sacrifice, Kinsey. I don't think being married to you would be a hardship. We've proven we're great in bed. That, right there, is half the battle. We obviously don't have a problem with expressing ourselves, so there's the other half. I say we're a match made in heaven."