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“If your parents ever let me babysit you then we’re getting matching tats, O. You think that would be cool?”
“Stop being stingy with the baby, Adams.” Emery swoops in and carefully takes Olive from him then gives her a quick snuggle. “God, I love babies.”
“Me too,” Graham mumbles, shocking us all.
“You thirsty, babe?” I ask Maddison, who’s laughing at Reed and Liam’s story about the latest shenanigans the girls have gotten into, including something with a tube of mascara that goes over my head.
She looks up at me, her honey eyes stealing my fucking breath. “Sure."
I lace our hands together and tug her toward the house with me. We walk past the huge pool and pool house then cross the courtyard to the back door that leads directly into the kitchen. Once we’re inside, I grab her a bottle of water from the fridge, but before she can even take a sip, I yank her toward me and take her mouth.
It feels like a goddamn week since I’ve had my lips on hers. We may have agreed to take things slow, but I’ve been desperate for this woman since the moment she left me at the inn, even more so now, knowing that she carried my child.
It awakens a primal part of me every single time she breastfeeds Olive. The caveman, raw side of me, that I’ve never in my life fucking felt, I feel when she does the simplest of things.
Truth be told, I’m crazy about her.
“Briggs,” she mumbles against my lips, fisting her hands in the fabric of my t-shirt.
“Mmm,” I respond, delving inside her mouth once more, my tongue tasting every inch of her.
Backing up toward the hallway, I pull her with me until we get to the bathroom, then slip inside and shut the door behind us, careful to flick the lock shut.
“We are not going to make out in the bathroom like teenagers,” she whispers breathlessly, pausing, “Are we?”
I toss my head back and laugh. “Fuck, you’re beautiful, Maddison.”
We do, in fact, make out in the bathroom like teenagers for the next ten minutes until my beard has scratched her neck deliciously red, her lips are bruised and she’s been thoroughly fucking kissed.
“We have to get back,” she whispers, but makes no move to untangle herself from me. I don’t want to move either. It makes me even more anxious to have time alone with her, without the eyes of our friends on us.
“What’s your dream date? If you could have anything, what would you want?”
She looks at me pensively, chewing her lip. “Don’t laugh.” Her voice is stern, and she pokes my chest to get her point across.
“Why would I laugh?”
“Because it’s probably over the top and ridiculous, but…. I’ve always wanted to take a helicopter ride over Chicago at night. I love the city lights, they put me at ease, and it’s been a dream since I was a little girl to fly over it at night.” She pauses.
“What?”
She shrugs. “I think my dream date would be with someone who is interested in what I have to say. About life, my goals, my dreams. Connecting with someone on a deeper level. Maybe a candlelight dinner at a fancy restaurant followed by a helicopter ride over Chicago."
“Hmm. And what happens after the helicopter ride?” I say.
Her gold-flecked eyes roll, “I think you already know, Briggs Wilson. Stop trying to make me say it.”
“I wanna hear it, babe. I want to know your dream date, tell me all the dirty, salacious details.”
“I want to have the best, most passionate, intense sex of my life.”
Her voice is raspy and low, and it shoots straight to my dick. Maddison knows exactly what her words do to me because she trails her hand down my chest to the flat, hard plane of my abs, and then fiddles with the waistband of my jeans until I groan, hardening beneath the stiff fabric. “I remember quite well how amazing your tongue is, Briggs.”
She leans closer until I can feel her lips move against mine as she speaks, “I can’t wait to feel that again.”
“That’s it, down you go. You are driving me fucking insane woman. God, I want you.”
Once her feet hit the ground, she stands on her tiptoes and laces her fingers through my hair before kissing me soft and sweet on my lips, her eyes dancing with amusement. She’s more than satisfied that she’s gotten this response out of me.
