“Eilidh, we’re standing in my living room, I’m hard, you’re wet, and we haven’t even touched each other. I’m pretty sure when we have sex, it’ll blow our fucking minds.”
He was determined to turn me into a horny puddle of goo on his living room floor. I spluttered, unable to form a witty comeback. The bastard. No one had ever flustered me so much they’d stolen my ability to banter!
“Are we in agreement?”
“No,” I huffed.
“Eilidh—”
“I’m not ready for the other stuff.” My shoulders slumped with despondence. “I’m sorry.”
Fyfe barely hid his flinch before he turned from me. He strolled to Millie’s cot to look in on her. “I need to get ready for work.”
My heart hurting, my mind reeling from the abrupt change in atmosphere between us, I offered quietly, “Why don’t you get some sleep?”
“I have a couple of meetings I can’t miss.”
“Okay.” My voice sounded small even to my ears. I was so confused.
Fyfe seemed to sense it. His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, but I knew it was meant to reassure me. “Can you watch her while I get ready?”
“That’s … that’s why I’m here.” Thoughts of yesterday flitted back. I hadn’t mentioned it to Fyfe last night because I didn’t want to add to his stress, but I’d realized afterward that he deserved to know. Cameron threatened his relationship with Millie, after all. “Something happened yesterday that we need to discuss. We’ll talk after you get dressed.”
“Let’s talk now.”
“I, uh, kind of need you to not be half-naked anymore.”
There was that smug smirk again. Fyfe nodded, crossing the room toward the stairwell, which meant passing me. “Your obsession with my body bodes well for me.”
“Fuck you,” I replied without heat.
“No.” He stopped to bend his lips to my ear. “Fuck you, baby. When you agree to be mine, I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll see heaven.”
It took everything within me not to climb him like a goddamn tree.
Fyfe abruptly drew away, walking toward the stairs.
I turned on him. “Well, I’m … that’s …”
He grinned over his shoulder at me as he climbed. “That’s …?”
“Just you wait.” I shook a finger at him. “When you get back down here, I will have a comeback ready and I will skewer you with my wit.”
“I’d rather I skewered you with my cock, but okay.”
“Uh! That’s sounds painful, not sexy.” And yet my body thought it sounded hot.
“Oh, it’d be sexy,” he called, even as he disappeared out of sight. “Everything I do to you will be sexy, baby, I assure you.”
“Stop calling me baby!”
Millie broke into cries.
“Thanks for waking mine!” he yelled back down.
“You started it,” I bit out between clenched teeth, hurrying over to the cot. “With your filthy innuendo and dirty talk.” Reaching down, I picked Millie up and smelled the poop. “Aw, Millie, it’s okay. Auntie Eilidh’s here. Let’s get your nappy changed. I hope you didn’t hear any of that naughty stuff your daddy said or I will skewer him with more than my wit.”
Twenty-Nine
