“Oh no, you have forfeited all rights to this shirt. I’m keeping it.” She leaned back, propping her elbow on the peninsula and striking a provocative pose. “If you want it back, you’ll have to peel me out of it again.”
Liam grinned. “That can be arranged.”
“There’s just one thing you should know first.”
“What’s that?”
She straightened and turned her back to him, looking over one shoulder and arching a suggestive brow. “Pharmacists do it over the counter.”
“Have I mentioned I like the way you think?” He trapped her against the cabinets and ran his hands up her legs to find nothing but her perfect, round ass. “Why Miss Gower, what do we have here?”
“Underwear is more like a suggestion than a rule during a weekend of debauchery.”
Yeah, okay, maybe breakfast could wait.
He tugged the shirt back to bare one of her shoulders.
“I thought you were hungry.”
“I’m starving.” He bent his head to nibble.
Someone knocked on the kitchen door. Riley shrieked and dropped down behind the counter.
Laughing, Liam looked down at her crouched on the floor. “What are you doing?”
“It’s your mother.”
His gaze shot to the door. His mom wiggled her fingers in a cheerful wave. “Oh my God.”
“I’m not wearing pants.”
Liam’s lips twitched. He must’ve made some sound because Riley looked up at him with narrowed eyes.
“Don’t you dare laugh at me.”
“You have to admit, it’s kinda funny.” Though, thank God he was wearing pants already.
“It isn’t funny at all, and so help me, if you laugh, you will never be welcome in my bed again. Don’t just stand there. Do something.”
“And what precisely am I supposed to do?”
“You’re a Marine, for God’s sake. Create a diversion.” She began to crawl toward the hall
Liam looked toward the door, where his mother was patiently waiting. He held up a finger in the universal just a minute signal, then scooped Riley up and sprinted for the hall as if a bomb was set to detonate behind them.
“That was a diversion?”
He set her on the stairs. “You’re out of sight, aren’t you?”
She covered her face with both hands. “Jesus, I haven’t even had coffee.”
“Get dressed. I’ll take care of it.”
Liam detoured back through the living room to snag his t-shirt from the floor—it’d been abandoned there sometime yesterday after a screening of From Here To Eternity inspired a little naked reenactment of the beach scene—and went to let his mother inside. He’d braced himself for a tongue lashing of epic proportions, so when she stepped inside, stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek and said, “Hey, baby,” he didn’t know what to think.
“Um, morning, Mom.”
“It’s after twelve.”