When she gets to the end of the book, she looks down and realizes that Brooklyn is asleep. She looks up, her green eyes fixed on mine, and she smiles as she lays her head down on top of Brooklyn’s. It’s the most perfect moment. I want to stay right here, like this, forever.
Wait a minute! Back it up. Forever? Where in the hell did that come from?
I get up and take the book from her hand, returning it to its correct place on the shelf. As I bend down, intent on taking Brooklyn from her lap, my eyes seem to focus in on Erin’s lush lips all on their own. I want to kiss them so fucking bad. I know we’re in the middle of the library and she’ll probably throw a fit, but I just can’t seem to stop myself.
I lean forward and gently place my lips onto hers. She sighs against my lips and the sound sends all of my blood straight below my belt. I run my hand along her neck taking in the gentle curvy and soft skin. I know that deepening the kiss is a bad idea, but I can’t seem to remove my lips from her body. I place light kisses down her jaw to her neck. I lick her pulse point and can feel it beating rapidly underneath her tender skin.
I want to continue kissing her more than anything in the world, but I can’t do it when she’s holding my sleeping niece on her lap. So, I regrettably pull back a little to look at her beautiful face. Her eyes are still closed and her mouth is opened slightly, forming the cutest little ‘o’.
“I should get her back to my place so she can finish her nap.” I reach down and gently lift Brooklyn from Erin’s lap and can’t help but rub against her chest a little. Hey, I’m a guy. Her breasts are full and her nipples are hard little peaks. I’d give my right nut to be able to explore them right now.
But Uncle Duty calls, so I head towards the door with my sleeping niece cradled in my arms. Erin helps me get her coat onto her limp body which is no easy task.
“So, I have to work all weekend and the guys are all getting together at Maddox’s man cave to plan the Bachelor party Friday night, but I’d like to see if you I can. I know Saturday I get off a little late, but I want to stop by after I get off work at nine.”
“Is that a question or a demand?” she asks with a little irritation in her voice.
I love how quickly she goes from zero to sixty. It makes me wonder if she gets worked up in other ways just as fast. “Both. I won’t stop by if you don’t want me to.”
“I should be back by then.”
“Where are you going?” I ask as images of Erin out on a Saturday night with someone who isn’t me flash through my mind.
“I’m going with your sister, Mom, Holly, and Maddox’s mom to the dress fittings,” she replies as she crosses her arms over her chest. The motion presses them together and up on display. I can’t help but stare at the succulent view.
“My eyes are up here, Jake.”
“I know they are. I wasn’t looking at your beautiful eyes, Erin,” I reply with a cocky grin.
“Obviously.”
“I’ll see you Saturday night,” I say as I head out into the February air with Brooklyn tucked securely in my arms. Oh, yes. I have plans to see plenty of Miss Erin Anderson on Saturday night.
Chapter Eight
Erin
I arrive at Avery’s house at ten o’clock to meet up with everyone so we can head to her dress fitting. The wedding is in exactly two weeks and there are still tons of final details to wrap up.
Avery tells us on the ride to St. Charles that the guys got fitted for their tuxes yesterday and planned Maddox’s bachelor party last night. “It’s going to be next Saturday. Same night as mine.”
“What are you guys doing?” I ask.
“I won’t tell her,” Holly says with an ornery laugh. “Just be ready at six o’clock, Erin. You won’t want to miss this one!”
“There better not be any strippers, Holly. I don’t think I’m comfortable with that,” Avery says as she looks at her mom who is driving.
“Oh, Avery. How often does a girl get to watch hot men strip down to a thong as you stuff dollar bills down their pants?” Mrs. Stevens asks with a big smile on her face.
“Mother!”
“Why do you think I told you I wanted to attend your bachelorette party so bad and you had to find someone else to watch Brooklyn for the night? You think I want to miss that?”
Avery moans with a look of pain on her face. Holly and I can’t help but laugh at the entire situation. I lean over and whisper under my breath so that Avery riding in the passenger seat can’t hear me. “Are there really going to be strippers?”
She whispers back, “Like I said. You won’t want to miss this one.”