Page 53 of How to Catch a Rockstar

She yanks her hand away from me. “What do you care about the baby? You won’t claim Little Bean anyway. You’ve made it perfectly obvious you want nothing to do with us.”

“Wrong.”

I don’t give her a chance to respond before I slam my lips down on hers. Her flowery taste mixed with a bit of mint hits me and I groan. This is what I’ve been missing. This is why I’ve been antsy and couldn’t settle. I needed this. I need her.

She sighs and I slip my tongue into her mouth. I thread my hands through her hair and tilt her head until I can dive in deep. I need to memorize every single inch of her. I need to embed my taste in her until she craves me. Only me and no one else.

I can’t have her – not forever – but I want my taste imprinted on her. It’s an asshole move but I can’t help myself.

She wraps her leg around my waist and rubs herself against me. There’s my feisty girl. I hitch her leg over my arm to open her up and punch my hips. My hard length hits her core and she moans.

Damn. I’ve missed the sound of her little moans and growls and sighs when we were together. I want to hear them all. I want to memorize them.

She leans back against the counter and something thuds to the floor.

She jerks away from me and glances down at the floor where her tea mug is shattered near our feet.

“Stay here,” I order as I lift her up onto the counter. “I’ll clean it up.”

She crosses her arms over her chest and huffs. “I’m pregnant. I’m not helpless.”

I kiss her nose. “Let me do this for you.”

I find a broom in the closet and quickly sweep up the shards of ceramic. I throw them away before prowling toward Aurora.

“Now, where were we?”

She holds up a hand. “You were explaining how I was wrong to think you don’t care about this baby.” Her hands move to protect her stomach. The defensive move has me growling.

“I’m not an asshole. I care about the baby.”

“But you don’t want him.”

I freeze. “Him? You know it’s a him?”

“No. It’s too early. But I can’t call a baby it.”

“No, you call him Little Bean.”

“Because he’s about the size of a coffee bean.”

“You do love your coffee.”

“It’s an essential ingredient to the happiness of life.” She hops off the counter. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

I stop her. “Are you running away from me?”

Her brow furrows. “Running away? What would I be running away from?”

“A discussion about our baby.”

“Our baby? Since when is Little Bean our baby?”

I crowd her until she’s trapped against the kitchen counter. I slam my hands on the surface on each side of her to keep her right where I want her.

“Little Bean has been our baby from the first moment he was conceived. From the first moment I sunk my cock into you and felt your heat surround me.”

Her eyes dilate until the green is no longer visible. She swallows and I inch forward until there isn’t any room between the two of us. Until her breasts press against my chest. Until I can feel her taut nipples poking me.

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