As soon as she sees Spencer, she kicks her little legs, and her cries turn into a squeal.
“Hey, did you miss me? Why don’t we let go of Uncle Jasper? We don’t want to hurt him. I think Olly would like a chance to kiss his lips before you rip them off.”
I blush.Maaaaaybe.
I’m in awe seeing Spencer the baby whisperer in action when Mazie’s little fingers begin to unfurl.
“There we go.” Spencer takes Mazie from Jasper’s arms. “Ok, now wave to Uncle Olly. Tell him you will be home in an hour. That should give them plenty of time.”
Plenty of time? For what? What is happening right now?
Finn is standing at the front door. He gives me a sheepish shrug. “Yeah, sorry about this. I can’t control him. He promised her a shopping trip for footie pajamas.”
“I’ll bring her back,” Spencer hollers, walking out the door with a Mazie in his arms.
Thecommotionisoverin a flourish, leaving behind the chimes of Mazie’s mobile slowly spinning. The last note striking like a broken symbol on that old, creepy, clapping monkey. Which sounds kinda ominous if you ask me.
“So that just happened.”
“Should I worry?” Olly turns toward me, eyebrow raised in question. As soon as his eyes land on my lips, they widen. “Oh, you’re bleeding.”
I raise my hand, feeling the spot where Baby Spy had me in her clutches.
“Come,” Olly says, all but dragging me down the hall and into the bathroom.
Chances are, I’d obey whatever thisman says.
I’m obsessed. I’m consumed by all the different sides of Olly. He can be a giant bundle of nerves getting frazzled so easily. The number of times he locks his keys in his car, and I have to fish them out? It’s a lot. Then a switch is flipped, and he’s in control, pulling me down the hall.
What frazzles him? What makes him take charge? He’s a mystery. How can one not be obsessed with cracking his code?
He also has more sex appeal than he knows what to do with. I’ve always found Olly to be fucking sexy. I mean, come on, he’s hot. He’s tall, and when he stands close, looking down at me through those thick lashes, I wanna be on my knees for him. I want to see him unleash and be wild, stray from the straight lines. I can see it becoming a challenge, really.
And good Lord… lay me on a bed of feather boas. Remembering the feel of his scruffy beard makes my skin tingle with the anticipation of beard burn on my most intimate parts.
“Sit,” Olly says, all but lifting me onto the bathroom counter.
“It’s only a minor cut. It’s fine, really.”
Olly gives me a knowing glance. “It needs to be cleaned. What if it gets infected?”
Being head piercer at Ink Me—fine, whatever,the only piercer—I know he’s right.
I hate being fussed over, but it’s Olly, and I don’t think I could tell him no. Ever.
He doesn’t fuss just to annoy me. I know this. It’s because he genuinely cares. And that scares me. Jasper Valentine will never be good enough for Olly Pierson.
I fidget, hands shaking as Olly reaches under the sink and pulls out an old first aid kit.
“Fine, we wouldn’t want any permanent damage to my pretty lips,” I say, playing into my strengths and giving him a sly smile when he stands upright.
The way Olly’s cheeks flamed earlier pales in comparison to the flame currently flickering in his eyes as they concentrate on these same pretty lips.
I thought I saw the same desire flash across his face a couple of times, but I always brushed it off because nobody saw me in that way. Not really. It never goes beyond surface level with random hookups.
When I kissed Olly, my body vibrated as if electricity was shooting through my veins. Most of the time, a kiss is only a kiss, the catalyst to getting off. But with him… that kiss was not enough; It’s never going to be enough. I want more. Ineedmore.
I hiss when he dabs my cut with antiseptic.
