Page 188 of Stuck With You
“Slade,” I breathe out.
I lift his face to mine, and his emerald eyes tell me he needs me, too. I smile, leaning in and taking his lower lip between my teeth.
He groans a guttural sound, and I squeeze my legs around his waist, sparks shooting straight to my core. I chase his growl with a kiss as one rough palm slips under my shirt, skimming up my spine. He takes two steps—
“Mama.”
I jerk away, but Slade keeps a firm hold on me. He doesn’t even flinch, his chest moving in and out against mine.
I twist, and Ollie stands at the edge of the hallway with his bloated, sad, blue fish tucked under his arm, grinning.
I turn back to Slade. A confident smirk slides across his lips as if he knows exactly what he’s doing. I release my breath and drop my forehead to his shoulder.
“Frankie was crying, so I took her b-bus to her. She’s p-playing in her crib.”
Slade releases my legs slowly, allowing me to stand on my own two feet again, and for the blaring need begins to dwindle.
He grabs my face and presses a quick kiss to my lips. “Later.”
I sag, my body roaring at the sound of his promise as he steps around me.
Ollie snickers, and I let out a little laugh.
This man has completely undone me. Stripped me bare of all of my defenses and desire to be fully self-reliant.
“Morning, partner.” He scoops Ollie from the floor and into his arms. “What do you think about making breakfast while your mom changes Frankie?”
“Can we make p-pancakes?” Ollie’s hand rests on Slade’s cheek.
“And eggs to build muscle?”
Ollie nods quickly.
“Deal.”
“All right, you boys make breakfast, and we girls will. . .pull ourselves together.” I glare at Slade for seeming so completely unaffected as I move around them.
His arm jets out, hooking my waist, but he looks at Ollie. “Is it ok if I kiss your mom sometimes?”
Ollie’s face scrunches. “Wike on the wips?”
Slade nods. “Yeah.”
“Eww. I guess.” He shrugs his small shoulder but smiles.
“Good.” Slade presses his lips to my forehead and then releases me.
I head to Frankie’s room and hear them talking.
“How about pancakes with chocolate chips?” It’s Slade’s deep voice.
Followed by Ollie’s, “Yes!”
Frankie sees me and stands in her crib. “Ma-ma.”
“Hi, Love Bug. Did Ol bring your toys in here?”
She points to her bus and the little princesses around it.
