Page 56 of When It Rains He Pours

Chapter Twelve

Liam

Glory was separatingeverything from the car, making small piles and stacks. Stepping back, she clutched her hips and peered down on all of it. She had this look on her face, almost like she was confused.

“What's wrong? Did we forget something?” I asked, walking up behind her and scooping my arms around her stomach. Digging the curve of my chin into the crook of her neck, my eyes glanced over all the items. “I'll go get you whatever it is you need if something is missing.”

“No,” she said, shaking her head, causing her hair to tickle against my cheek. “Everything is here, it's just that I feel like this is the first time I honestly don't know where to begin.”

“You begin with sketching, at least, that's what my mother always did first.” Glory tilted her head so she could look at me, her eyes full and inquisitive. “I used to watch her when I was little, she had this old ratty drawing book she carried everywhere.”

Thinning her lips into a tight smile, Glory walked to her tote bag and dug around inside. “Was it something like this?” she asked, pulling out a warped and worn spiral bound book.

“It was exactly like that.” Holding out my hand, I flapped my fingers. “Can I see that?”

Tipping up her chin, she gave me a stern look. “This is private, you need clearance to see inside.”

“Is that right?” Arching a high brow, my lips curled up. “I'm pretty sure I have the right clearance.”

“I don't know, do you have the secret code word.”

“Please?” Putting on my best puppy dog face, I pouted.

“Wrong, denied.” Holding the book in her hands, she flipped the pages quickly, creating a soft breeze that blew the loose strands of hair around her face.

“Denied, huh.” Taking a firm step in, Glory stepped back, her giggle infectious as she tucked the book behind her back. “Maybe I'll just take it from you.” Each step forced her closer and closer to the wall behind her.

“You won't get this from me. You're going to have to pry it free from my cold dead hands.” Bouncing her eyebrows up and down, she kept creeping backwards.

In one quick movement, I lurched in her direction, making her sway on her heels as she realized she had no where else to go. Looking over her shoulder, she bit her lip and smirked.

“Ah, you didn't see that wall did you?” Resting my hands on either side of her head, I boxed her in. “Where you going to go now?”

“You can't see it.”

“I don't think you can stop me.” The cat and mouse game we were playing was making me hard. She couldn't escape, there was no where for her to go. Licking my lips, I brought my face to hers, brushing the tips of our noses together. “You're trapped.”

“Am I?” she asked, her tone mocking me. “Is that what you think?”

“Where can you go?” Flicking my eyes side to side, I pushed my toes against hers. “I got you right where I want you.” Leaning in, I was about to kiss her, but suddenly she was gone.

With one fast dip, Glory had ducked under my arm and darted out into the center of the room. “Trapped, huh?” Laughing, she flashed me a big smile.

Hanging my head, I didn't say anything else. Running forward, Glory let out a loud squeal as she took off, doing her best to avoid my hands.

We were like two kids, the boy chasing the girl, wanting nothing more than to feel her in his arms. My dick throbbed, eager to grab hold of my girl and swoop her in my arms.

She was laughing, the purest laugh I had ever heard. Her smile was bright and full of life, her eyes twinkling like there wasn't a care in the world.

Glory looked so beautiful right then, her skin was glowing, her cheeks rosy and pink as she huffed with her breaths to stay clear of me.

Taking a sharp turn to her right, she lost her footing, causing her to slip and fall off balance. I was at her side in one step, snagging her in my arms and yanking her into my chest.

“Gotcha,” I said, hugging her as tightly as I could without hurting her.

Our eyes connected, her smile fading into the sexiest little grin. Pushing my erection into her hip, her arms dropped by her sides as her tongue ran over her bottom lip.

I heard the notebook fall to the ground, the metal binding clanked off the floor as the pages splashed open like water.

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