causing her to freeze.
I clear my throat, staring at her back. “Need some help with that, darlin’? It’s still hump day for about another hour if you’d like to take advantage.”
Nya
Just breathe
I wake up with a stiff neck and back from sleeping on Liam’s old, worn-out mattress. Stretching does absolutely nothing to alleviate the soreness. I’ve spent the entire night scrunched up against the wall to keep myself from giving in to the urge to climb Liam like a damn tree. And let me tell you, that man is packing one impressive log.
I have no clue where he’s run off to, but at least I have room to move… and breathe.
“Mornin’.”
Welp. Looks like I spoke too soon. I turn toward the sound of his voice, finding him lurking in the doorway. He’s already showered and dressed in designer denim and a cream sweater. No one—I repeat, no one—should look that good in a wool sweater. His hair is spiked up a little in the front, and he’s opted for glasses over contacts today. I must say they pair well with the hot nerd look he’s sporting. He’s always dressed himself well. “I’m still mad at you,” I rasp, not knowing what else to say. I’m pretty sure the look I’m giving him is saying the complete opposite.
He smiles. “Figured you might be. Momma made bacon, eggs, and buttered toast.” He holds the food out on a platter like some sort of peace offering. The man knows I’m a sucker for his mother’s cooking, and I cave fast.
My lips turn up into a smile. “This is a good start to making amends.” I take the food he’s presenting with a wink.
“Don’t take too long with that or your bath’ll get cold.”
“My bath?”
“Yep. Just ran you a nice warm bath in Momma’s Jacuzzi and even threw in one of those Lush bubble bars you like so much. Had to turn the jets off though, the suds were getting out of control.”
Yep, it’s official. I’m swooning all over myself. “You’re very sexy this morning, Liam Watts.”
The sight of his dimples makes my pussy throb. This sexual tension is getting out of control. My clit’s so swollen, I fear I might soon wake up with a micro peen if I don’t do something to quell this ache.
Honestly, I don’t know why I’m still holding out. He obviously wants more than sex, or he’d be long gone by now. I think maybe the devil in me just likes to watch him squirm, but I must admit that lately I’m the one doing most of the squirming.
“Does that mean all’s forgiven?”
I shrug, even though I’m totally over what happened last night. Now that I’m no longer a huge bundle of nerves, I realize he was only trying to be sweet with his surprise announcement. “I don’t know. I kinda like you groveling like this.”
“Oh, baby,” he croons. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”
“There she is.” Nadine seems to be over last night’s irritation as well. Thank God. She meets me at the bottom of the stairs dressed in a camel-colored suede shift dress and knee-high boots to match. Her shoulder length hair is flipped out in a seventies do, and she’s got a full face of makeup. The woman is a knockout.
“Hey. Sorry I took so long.” I smooth down the front of my white linen romper. “I almost fell asleep in your big tub!”
“Don’t be silly. You relax all you like, but there is someone here who’s dying to see you.”
Nadine takes me by the hand, leading me to the living room, where Liam’s younger brother, Cliff, is deep into a game of Monopoly with Ellie. I haven’t seen him in nearly ten years. He’s sure grown up from the pimple-faced fifteen-year-old boy I remember.
“Cliff? No way. It can’t be…”
“Hi, sister-in-law.” He smirks. It’s a devilish smirk that reminds me a lot of his older brother’s. I imagine he gives the girls hell. He pushes up from where he’s been sitting cross-legged on the rug to give me a squeeze. “Good to have you back.”
I don’t know why his whispered words make me tear up. Such a simple sentiment, but I’m fighting back a torrential downpour. I didn’t just lose Liam in the divorce. I lost his family. And Cliff hit the nail on the head. It feels really good to be back. To be home.
“Missed you too, little brother.”
“’Bout frickin’ time,” Roger announces, coming in from the porch. He’s decked out in a fresh flannel,