“Admit the Guardians are better than the Reds,” he demands, fighting his own smile.
“Never!”
He continues to tickle me until I can’t take anymore. “Uncle!”
Quinn stops. “And what do you have to say?”
“I have to pee,” I declare, getting up quickly and sprinting to the bathroom.
Once I take care of business, I return to the living room and find Quinn kicked back on the couch, eating a bowl of ice cream, as if he doesn’t have a care in the world. “That’s mine.”
“I already ate yours,” he replies, eyes on the TV.
“You’re mean when you don’t get your way,” I sass, walking over to the couch and taking a seat beside him. “At least I have my iced coffee.” I take a hearty sip. “Ahhh.”
He snorts and holds out the second bowl. “This isn’t for you. It’s for the baby.”
I bark out a laugh and take the second treat. “Baby says thank you.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see him smiling widely, clearly pleased with himself. “You’re welcome, Baby.”
A shiver sweeps through me at his words, and even though he was speaking to the baby, it still felt incredibly intimate and personal.
Hearing him callmebaby wouldn’t be so bad, would it?
We watch the baseball game, both enjoying our sweet treats. I admit, if anyone else would have said they were making me an iced coffee with oat milk and maple-flavored syrup, I would have laughed in their face. But knowing the time and effort Quinn put into it makes it that much more special.
When we’ve both polished off our ice cream sundaes, he takes our bowls to the sink and rinses them out before depositing them into the dishwasher. With that task complete, he stands at the entrance of the living room and reaches up to grab the doorframe above him. His black T-shirt rides up, exposing the smooth, toned skin of his abdomen with the trail of dark hair disappearing beneath his beltline.
My entire body is suddenly very much alert and very much in tune with the gorgeous man standing five feet away. Without thought, I stand up and approach. He lowers his arms and tracksmy progress. When I stop in front of him, my fingers slide beneath the hem of his T-shirt and slowly glide up his skin.
“What are you doing?”
I almost hesitate, but it’s not in my DNA. Lifting my chin, I ask, “Do you want me to stop?”
“Stop touching me? Never.”
“Then what’s the problem?” I inquire, scoring my nails across his pecs and feeling them jump beneath my touch.
“No problem, sweetheart. I just want to make sure you understand what you’re doing.”
“Oh, I understand completely.”
“What do you understand?” he asks, yet to touch me.
“I understand that we’re both incredibly attracted to each other, and we’re pretty damn good at the naked part.”
He smirks. “We are.”
“And if you’re up for it, I wouldn’t mind revisiting the particular activity that got us into the whole co-parenting situation to begin with.”
His eyes are fire, pure lust and adrenaline. “Just for tonight?” he asks.
Or longer…
Instead, I bite back that reply and nod. “For tonight.”
He wraps his arms around my waist, his hands gripping my ass, as he carries me off to my bedroom.
