“What’re you doing here?” I turn my back towards him and sit down in front of the many folders again.
I feel him walk up behind me and I want to shrink away from his heavy stare. It’s too much. These pregnancy hormones around Jackson are too fucking much.
“Came to check on you.”
I look over my shoulder and see his gaze focused on the folders in front of me. “What are these?”
I gather them all and straighten them into two piles. I’m about halfway through, but I feel like I’m nowhere closer to figuring out who to pick.
“Looking at adoption families.” I close my eyes in resignation when I hear him sigh. Time for another argument.
“How long are you goin’ to keep up this charade?” His voice is a bowl of exhaustion. He’s tired of this merry go round as much as I am. I don’t blame him.
I turn around, hands on the tops of my chair. My fingernails dig into the aged, softened wood in aggravation. I’m going to tear his eyes out of their sockets if he brings up keeping the baby again.
“Jackson, please don’t start.”
He pushes his hands over his head, shoving his hood down. He grabs onto his head, pulling it up and leaving it in disarray. “Start what, Cara? Continuously begging you to let me keep my child? How is this even a question?I don’t want you to give it up for adoption.Is that a fucking crime?” The beginning of his sentence starts in a plea, but he ends up roaring in my face.
I slam my palm into the center of my chest, although his solid form barely moves an inch. His dark eyes turn into charcoal and he curls his lip up in frustration. He grabs me by the base of the skull, wrapping his fingers into my hair. He pulls me towards him, and I wince from the slight pain. He pushes me up against the wall and gets right in my face. “You’ve got some big balls on your little body, Cara. Don’t fucking lay your hands on me if you don’t want the outcome.” He spits through his teeth, his eyes alit with pure rage.
“I wish I wasn’t pregnant, Jackson. I’d knock your ass out.” I try to pull out of his hold, but he still holds an iron grip on my hair.
His scowl turns into a ferocious smile. “You could try, babe. But I’ll lay your ass out in a heartbeat.”
“Urgh!” I scream, pulling away until he finally releases me. “Sometimes, I seriously just want to kill you!”
“The feeling’s mutual.” He sneers.
“You know what? I think you should leave.” I point to the door, suddenly exhausted of our constant back and forth.
“No.”
I blink. Then blink again. “No?”
“No.” He rumbles, rubbing his thumb across his lower lip. My gaze zeros in on his movements, and my body suddenly prickles with warmth. “What’re you lookin’ at?”
This is why we’re bad for each other. It doesn’t matter how angry I get with him or how much I want to gauge his eyes out. One heated look and I melt into a puddle.
I lower my gaze, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. “Nothing.”
“Didn’t look like nothin’ to me.” He steps towards me, and I take a step back. We do this dance until I’m backed up against the wall—again—to the wall he just had me against. Although last time he held me up against it in anger, this time is something else. Something filled with a hazy warmth that fills the room from the discolored carpet all the way to the popcorn ceilings.
“I can’t.” I sigh against his neck, inhaling his natural, smoky scent.
“Bet you can’t give me even three reasons why we shouldn’t.”
“Well, one—” Jackson cuts me off when he envelopes my mouth with his. He sucks the words and my excuses right out of my mouth and fills me with moans and tingling and passion.
I grab onto his shoulders and grip him with all my might. His hands roam from my sides around to my ass, squeezing tightly and lifting me in the air. I swing my legs around his hips and grind into his growing hardness.
“You’re such a pain in my ass.” He detaches his mouth from mine and breathes into my ear. Shivers rack my body as his teeth sink into my neck and make my eyes roll in the back of my head.
“Shut up.” I groan, sinking back into his lips and pulling him even closer. I suddenly realize how turned on I am.Shit, I haven’t been this turned on in like, ever.
What the fuck?
Oh, God. Pregnancy hormones.