Taking Chances(122)

“I love you Liam Chase.” After one last longing glance, I left the door cracked a bit, and went back to my other man.

“Did he wake up?”

I shook my head, crawling onto the bed and over to him. Grabbing the remote, I clicked off the TV and pressed my lips to the hollow at the base of his neck, letting my tongue glide over his collarbone. “Are you tired?”

Brandon groaned and wrapped his arms around me, “Not at all.” He flipped me onto my back and hovered over me.

“I was thinking we could have a pre-date, date.” I shivered as I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him closer.

“Harper,” he spoke against my neck, “you have to tell me if anything has changed. We haven’t done anything in a long time, and unless you set boundaries now, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop once we’ve started.”

“The only thing that has changed, is that I want you more now than I ever have before. I don’t want to wait anymore, I want to be with you.”

He crushed his mouth to mine and tugged lightly on my bottom lip, keeping his hold on it as he sat me up. In a move so fast, he pulled my shirt off and pressed me back down to the bed. Just having my bare chest against his was incredible and heat churned in my stomach. I arched my back into him as he started trailing down my neck to my chest. When he got to my stomach, he hooked his right hand into my shorts and started tugging down. My breathing was ragged as I waited in heated anticipation for what was finally going to happen between us. After my shorts and underwear joined my shirt on the floor, Brandon slowly explored my body with his lips and hands, but every time I tried to do my own search of him, he’d grasp my hands and pull them over my head. I was whimpering by the time he released his hold on my hands and put them on either side of my body, only leaving his mouth on me. Slowly I ran my hands down his muscled back, narrow waist and hips before gripping the top of his jersey shorts. His breath caught as I ran my fingers back and forth along the top and I laughed huskily when he quickly brought his lips back to mine. Before I could pull his shorts down, Liam woke back up and let out a long wail. Brandon cursed and fell to the side, pulling me on top of him. He held me tightly as we listened to him for a minute, both silently praying that he would fall right back to sleep. When he didn’t, I pressed my forehead against his and sighed deeply.

Brandon was still trying to return his breathing to normal, his lips mashed into a tight line, his eyes shut. “Tonight,” he said tightly, “nothing is stopping us. I’m going to take my time with you, and I’m going to make love to you all night.”

“Tonight.” I promised. Kissing his cheek, I rolled off him and the bed, got dressed and went to go get Liam.

When I walked into the room and brought him out of the crib, he cried even harder and it took a few minutes to calm him down. I walked around the dark room with him in my arms, trying to soothe him. Only after his long fingers grasped onto a chunk of my hair, did he finally stop crying. His eyes went wide and his mouth molded into that little O shape I love so much.

“Well hello grumpy.” I cooed at him lovingly, “Thirty minutes is pretty short, even for you mister.” I turned when I heard a noise from the hall, and watched Brandon as he leaned against the door jam. I took in his tan muscled body and bit my lip, thinking of our few moments we just shared, and the hours we would spend together tonight. My breaths were getting heavier and coming quicker as I thought about his body pressed to mine. It really had been too long since we’d kissed like that, let alone done anything more. The last time we’d gotten as far as we had now, had been before our horrible break up.

“Still my favorite thing.” He said, breaking me out of my fantasy.

“What is babe?”

“Just watching you hold him.” I smiled as he sauntered over to us. “How’s he doing?”

“Good now. He was mad that it took me so long to come see him.”

“Oh he was mad?” Brandon took him from my arms and kissed his head tenderly, immediately offering up his finger for Liam, “I hate to break it to you little man, but you interrupted my very important time with your mom.”

I laughed and sat down in my glider chair, suddenly exhausted with the three and a half hours of sleep I’d gotten in the last forty eight hours. Watching them walk in circles for a few minutes, I fought to keep my eyes open. Brandon walked up to me and carefully bent over so I could kiss our now sleeping son before putting him back in his crib. When he was all settled, Brandon slid an arm under my knees, another behind my back, and carried me back to our bed. I tried to pull my shirt back off but Brandon stopped my hands and kissed me softly.