TAKE TWO_ Who says you can't ma - Heather M. Orgeron Page 0,25

her skin in their wake. “This doesn’t feel like no.” I slip a hand between our bodies, placing it over her breast, where her racing heart is a dead giveaway for just how turned on she is. “This…fuck, baby…this feels a hell of a lot like yes.”

Nya tries to get away, stretching onto her tippy-toes until there’s nowhere else to go. With her lower lip clenched in her teeth, she looks up at me through her long, dark lashes, staring deep into my eyes like it’s the first time she’s really seeing me in years. It’s the look I see when I dream of her at night. The one I haven’t seen since we danced at Hannah and Greg’s wedding. The heat in her gaze stirs something deep in my chest. “Liam.” My name falls from her parted lips in a breathy whisper as her hands snake around my neck.

I brush a finger along the side of her face. Her eyes flutter closed, and she rolls her neck.

“Can’t hear you.” Nudging the tip of her nose with mine, I urge her to take ownership of what she’s feeling. “Tell me what you want, Nya.”

Trembling lips brush over mine, practically begging for attention. “One kiss,” she whispers, shifting her hips to press her pelvis into the hardening bulge in my sweats. “It doesn’t mean any—”

I don’t wait for her to finish that nonsense before capturing her mouth with my own. I kiss her soft and slow, leisurely exploring first her plump lips and then her warm wet tongue.

Getting carried away, she begins to quicken the pace. I cup the sides of her jaw in my palms, angling her head to the side while stroking my thumbs along her lips gently to slow her down. “There’s no rush.” My raspy words are barely decipherable between the tangle of tongues and her throaty whimpers.

I want to pinch myself to be sure I’m not imagining this is actually happening, but I couldn’t rip my hands from her body if I tried.

“Liam…” She moans my name against my lips while dipping a hand into the band of my sweats. My body jerks when she palms my erection. “I want…”

“You want?” I urge, growing impossibly harder with her delicate strokes.

“I—I need you to…”

“To what, darlin’?”

“To take this party to the bedroom!” Ellie says then giggles at the sight of her parents making out like two teenagers.

At the sound of our daughter’s voice, Nya removes her hand from my pants quickly and discretely and my arms shoot up like there’s a cop with a gun aimed at my back.

“Uh, hey, El-belle. How was your day?” I rub the back of a hand over my lips as Nya slithers out from between me and the wall, adjusting her sweater and jeans.

“Eh, it was okay.” She shrugs. “Not nearly as exciting as yours, apparently.” My little girl can’t wipe the smile from her face.

“It was a kiss, mija. It doesn’t mean any—”

“It meant everything,” I assure them both, and Ellie’s grin widens.

Still flustered at nearly being caught with her hand in the cookie jar, Nya starts gathering her purse and briefcase. “I’m going out to meet with a client. Make sure this thing doesn’t piss all over my house.”

“Our house,” I shout as she hurries out of the room, dusting her hands on the ass of her jeans.

Nya

Spaghetti with sprinkles

“What are you doing here?”

“Just wanted to see how hot you looked in your Care Bear scrubs today.” I give my bestie a thorough eye fucking making the other nurses around us visibly uncomfortable. It’s a practiced move, one I’m proud to have perfected over the years and all I get as a reward for my effort is an annoyed huff.

“You never show up at the hospital while I’m working unless something’s wrong. Is—is Ellie okay?” The way she worries over my baby is one of the gazillion reasons I love this girl so damn much.

“Relax.” I wave her off. “She’s fine… But do you think you could maybe take a smoke break?”

“I don’t smoke.” Her face crinkles with disgust. “And neither do you…”

“Go on,” one of the other nurses insists, probably just ready to get me out of their hair. “You’re due for a break. I’ll cover for ya.”

Hannah thanks her, grabs her sweater from the back of her chair, and leads the way down the long hall to a secluded booth in the back of the cafeteria. “What’s the emergency?” she finally asks once we’ve settled into our