Or without me.OliveLiam’s bed was big. Big enough to fit two couples with enough room that no one would have to touch each other for the entire night. His dad’s unexpected visit meant that they had dibs on the only other guest room in the cabin, unless I chose to sleep in the nursery. He’d offered to sleep in the living room but those couches were barely big enough for me, never mind a man nearly twice my size.
And even though I was nervous—and trembling a little in anticipation—the bun was already in the oven and I couldn’t get more pregnant, so I just had to suck it up. And I will, I told myself as I leaned back on the leather headboard and let out a long, calming breath. Diego and Trish were great, exactly what parents should be at this stage. He was funny and doted on Trish who was, like, the perfect sitcom mom with ample hips, a warm smile, and a ready “Hon” on the tip of her lips for anyone within hearing distance. You’re gonna have one set of awesome grandparents, baby. And that was what I wanted most for my baby, a big support system.
To do that, though, I couldn’t let myself get sidetracked by things as simple and as complicated as… lust. I could handle a little bit of lust and overcome it.
At least, that was what I thought, until Liam pulled open the door to his master bathroom and walked out in nothing but a navy blue and gold towel, abs glistening under the soft golden lights. I knew I should have looked away, but I couldn’t. I literally could not look away from the sight he made. I might have even drooled. “Like what you see?”
His deep words finally penetrated the deep, thick haze of lust that clouded my vision and pulsed through my veins. I blinked and nodded. “Be pretty hard not to like it when it’s presented like… that. Besides, I like pretty things. Muscular things.”
Liam’s deep laugh hit me square in all the places I’d just given a pep talk to and demanded they not to be affected by him. Unconsciously my tongue slipped out and slicked across my bottom lip because, holy hell, the man was mouthwatering. “Olive,” he growled, his voice a warning, as his hazel gaze darkened to a liquid amber.
Suddenly, I didn’t feel like being cautious. I didn’t want to be the good girl who always did the right thing because she was too afraid of pissing people off. I didn’t want to be quiet and unassuming, not anymore. “Liam.” His name came out on a low whisper that sounded almost like a moan when a tiny drop of water slid from the hollow of his neck, between his pecs and down the ridged muscles of his abs before it disappeared behind the blue towel.
“You’re playing with fire, babe.”
I nodded because, yes, that was exactly it. I was burning up and since Liam was the one who’d stoked that fire inside of me, he should be the one to put it out. “Maybe I want to get a little hot and bothered. With you. Tonight.” My heart raced in my chest so fast I was surprised he didn’t hear it rattling against my chest.
“I want you, Olive. You know I do.” His chest heaved and he blew out a breath before taking a hesitant step forward.
I nodded. “But?”
“But I want you to be sure.”
“I am sure. So sure, Liam.” But he needed assurance that I wanted this, which I did, so I crawled toward the center of the bed with a sultry smile and sat up on my knees. “I. Want. You.”
“Say it again.”
I did him one better than that, pulling the cotton nightie over my head and tossing it to him. “I want you, Liam. Now.”
He stepped to the edge of the bed, dark intent in his gaze as he hooked an arm around my waist and pulled me flush against his chest. It was hard and hot, and I gasped at the heat that pulsed through me. A slow, simmering smile spread across his face and my pulse kicked up another notch. “I want you, too, Olive.”
I didn’t know what to say to that and even if I did, my brain was too full of his scent and keeping my body from overheating at his touch, so I nodded. I nodded and licked my lips, and then I slammed my mouth down on his at the same time my arms and legs wrapped around his big body.
He moaned and held me tight, making me feel small and feminine and protected in his arms. And so damn aroused. Eventually, he lowered me to the bed in slow motion and I felt like I was falling—or maybe I was floating; it was hard to tell when his mouth and hands short-circuited my brain. “Liam, please.”