Squealing, she rolled away from me, taking the remaining covers with her. Propping my head up on my elbow, I stared at her in all my naked glory, my cock hard and on full display for her.
“What the hell was that?”
“You stole all the covers.”
“That doesn’t mean you need to put your cold hands on me!” she shouted.
“Baby, I’m about to put more than my cold hands on your body. You’re about to be filled with every inch of me. Now, you can come closer and warm me up, or I’ll chase you around the damn house and take you against whatever window I managed to snag you in front of.”
“You would not!” she gaped.
Shoving to my feet, I slowly stalked toward her, wondering which direction she would run first. “Bailey,” I teased.
“You stay right there!” she ordered. “You’re freezing, and you’re not getting your cold hands on me!”
“One—”
“That’s not going to intimidate me.”
“Two—”
“Liam, I swear to God, if you think you’re going to touch me?—”
“Three—”
“Now, just think about this rationally,” she said, finally getting the hint and squirming away from me.
“Four. I won’t wait much longer, Bailey.”
“I will nut punch you if you come any closer!” she threatened.
A grin slid across my lips as I thought of chasing her around the house completely naked. “This is gonna be fun.”
I darted toward her, but she rolled out of the way, jumping to her feet in a flash. With the blanket wrapped around her, she screamed, running through the empty house I was building for her. I was just about on her when the front door swung open and Michael stepped through.
Crying out, he spun away from me, covering his eyes. “Jesus Christ!”
Bailey had slowed just a little as he walked in, giving me just enough time to catch up. I snagged her around the waist, my hand slipping under the blanket and reaching her warm skin.
Screaming, she spun and slammed her fist into my face, knocking me back a step. “Stop touching me with your cold hands!”
“Put on some clothes!” Michael shouted.
Rubbing my sore jaw, I glared at my woman. “You don’t have to hit me every time you get pissed.”
Michael snorted. “Tell that to Blake.”
“Geez, what the hell did I ever do to you?”
Bailey crossed her arms over her chest. “Do you really want to go there?”
I internally groaned as I prepared for her to list all my fuckups over the past few months.
“You pulled my pigtails in fourth grade. You took my basketballand hid it when I was in fifth grade, all so I would play with you,” she ticked off on her fingers.
“Because I loved you!” I argued.
“You burned my Ken doll!” she stomped her foot.
