"Na-uh," he teases just as I capture him and swing him into my arms. Matty squeals with delight as I cradle him and take him to his room.
"Nap," I say firmly.
He blows raspberries and I tickle his belly in retaliation making him giggle, which, of course, does nothing to help calm him down.
I sit down in the rocker in his room across from his crib and place him in my lap. He pushes his doll to his chest and stares up at me.
"Mama, we see my Li-um again?" Matty hasn't stopped talking about his "Li-um," as he calls him, since the second he met him. The instant bond Liam has had with Matty has blown me away and it’s only grown over the last two days.
"I'm sure we will." I push my hand through his dark locks.
Liam has taken on the 'daddy' role like a fish to water. Thursday night we went to the park and Liam spent the whole time pushing Matty on the swing, chasing him around the play equipment, down the slides, all while in his expensive designer suit. Yesterday, he called me bright and early and told me not to come into work. Instead, I was to dress comfortably because he was taking us to the Zoo. He picked us up in his Mustang, which had a car seat installed for Matty. Matty rode on Liam’s shoulders most of the day as I looked on in admiration. People had actually stopped and commented on how cute his son was and he nodded proudly. It was my cookie cutter storybook moment.
"Today?" His little eyes light up and I giggle softly.
"Maybe after your nap." He frowns, pushing his lip out. "Oh, none of that." I tuck his lip back in and grab his favorite blanket from behind me. "Now close those little eyes."
"I'm not sleepy," he murmurs as he rubs his eyes.
"Yes, you are. You had a big day yesterday and got up early today." He doesn't care about the details and lays his head on my shoulder. "See, you can hardly keep your little head up."
It doesn't take long for Matty to drift off to sleep and I lay him down in his crib, covering him with his blanket.
Ahh. Silence.
I move to my bedroom and debate if I should text Liam to see if he wants to see Matty.
Admit it, Holly, you want to see him too.
I do. I really do. I can’t deny I’m attracted to Liam. He makes me feel sexy, wanted, and most of all, happy. Something I never felt with any other guy before. Probably because every other guy I dated before was the definition of a selfish douchebag.
I catch myself daydreaming about the sexy bastard any time I have a quiet moment. Picturing his lickable abs, that I got a glimpse of the other day when he changed shirts in front of me. Imagining his fingers stroking over my bare skin as he calls me Red.
Did it get hot in here?
I throw my cell to my bed, and decide on a shower instead, not wanting to bother him. He did say he had to work today to catch up on what he missed yesterday.
And a shower would be good to help this sudden ache I have.
Liam Morgan, what have you done to me?
The image of a naked Liam pops into my head in the middle of lathering my body, and I’m suddenly achy all over, my clit throbbing. My eyes close as I dip my fingers into my core, envisioning his wet lips on the side of my neck as his thick cock rams into me. My head tosses back as the hot spray of my shower pelts down on my chest, and my fingers move faster. I picture his brown eyes boring into me, calling me Red, while he begs me to come.
“Ahh, yess,” I moan, placing my hand on the tile wall to try and keep myself upright, as I succumb to my orgasm.
I knew this man was going to be trouble. The thought of him alone makes me come harder than I ever have before.
Steam pours out of my bathroom as I step into my bedroom. I’m slipping into my sexiest black lace thong when the doorbell rings. “Who the fuck?” I curse and squeeze some of the excess water out of my hair quickly and toss the towel to the bed. I grab my red silk robe and I’m wrapping it around me when the doorbell rings again. I hurry out to the hall, calling out to whoever is on the other side that I'll be right there. Praying at the same time they don’t wake up Matty.
"Who is it?" I ask as I make it to the front door, ready to shoo away a solicitor. "I'm not looking to buy anything or be saved."
"It's Liam," he laughs.
"Shit," I mumble to myself.
"Holly?"
"One sec." I pull my robe tight against me and crack open the door, poking my head out the small opening. "Hey. What are you doing here?"
Liam is holding a couple of bags and a large diaper box. He’s looking fine in a tight pair of dark jeans and a black shirt that clings to him like a second skin, showing off those abs I was only picturing moments ago in the shower.
“Is this a bad time?”
“No, it's fine.”
“You sure?” he asks trying to look behind me through the tiny crack.
"Ah, yeah, what's up?"
"Can I come in? This stuff is getting heavy." He lifts the Target bags and the purple box.
“Oh, yeah, sure.” I step back and hold the door open to let him in. As he walks
