Page 29 of Impossible

Chapter Twelve

Riley

Liam stands up to come over to me while I’m lying in the sand waiting for him. When he is next to me, he straddles my body, knees on either side of me while I hear the squirt of the lotion. I turn my head to the side and peak through my sunglasses as I see him kneeling over me, his physique making me squirm as moisture pools between my legs. He slowly starts to rub my back starting up towards my shoulders, taking his time as he works his way down.

He is extremely thorough, almost like he is enjoying this and doesn’t want it to end. When he gets to my bottom, he rubs the lotion in as his fingers glide under my bathing suit, just by an inch. I bite my lip as pictures float through my head of him running his hands further down. I need to stifle a groan at the thoughts running rampant. Just when I think he is done, he works his way back up. I know he already covered this area, but he continues to slowly rub up. When he gets up to where my string is tied behind my back, he runs his hands down the sides until they are rubbing against the sides of my breasts.

I can’t help it, my body naturally reacts and I lift my ass up. As it comes in contact with his groin, he makes a soft groan and I can feel the evidence of his arousal. It takes everything in me not to rub myself back and forth against him. I let my waist drop back onto the sand, embarrassed of what just happened. What if he just couldn’t help it but get stiff when rubbing a woman’s back and he has zero interest? Wait a minute, I don’t want him to have any interest!

“Done,” he croaks out, standing up and returning to his towel under the umbrella.

I lie there in the sand while my skin absorbs the hot summer sun. Drifting in and out of consciousness, my brain takes over and begins playing out a fantasy where Liam and I are together in the water. The water splashes over me, dragging my top out of place. Liam reaches up, I assume to adjust the top for me. Instead he pulls it down until my breast is exposed then runs his calloused fingers over them while his thumb rubs around my nipple. My pussy clenches as the desire takes root before spreading throughout my entire body. My breathing begins to accelerate. Wait, is that crying I hear?

I open my eyes and see that I’m still lying in the sand, while Liam is holding a crying Harper who has just woken up from her nap.

“You okay over there?” Liam questions me.

“What?” I ask in a defensive tone. “Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know, you were whimpering a bit. I thought maybe you were having a nightmare.”

“Umm, yeah I think I may have dozed off. Must have had a little nightmare.”

I can’t even meet his eyes as I lie right to his face, too afraid to see if he sees right through my bullshit.

“What do you think about heading back for some lunch?” Liam asks as he settles Harper, who is now looking out at the water.

“Yeah, I can do that. You know, if you just wanted to spend the rest of your day off with Harper, I can leave you two alone.”

He stops packing up and looks at me. “No, I want you to stay.”

The way he is looking at me feels...different. It feels like he is admitting something to me, admitting more than he should. I nod my head up and down, unable to speak. Are we going try to stop what’s happening?

After we pack up and get back to his house, I bring Harper inside while he unloads the car. I bring her to the carpet to sit her in front of her boppy pillow. She is able to sit up a lot better with the support of her pillow. I place some of her toys in front of her and let her shake them and make some music. We are each shaking a toy on the carpet when Liam joins us now changed in his jeans and t-shirt.

“What are you thinking for lunch?” he asks.

“I don’t know. I can just make us some sandwiches with some fruit.”

“You stay here and relax. I may not be able to cook, but I can make a mean sandwich.”

He walks away, leaving me to sit back and wonder what I’m doing here. This was supposed to be me helping him out with Harper while he works. Now, he’s taking a day off work to spend with both of us. Where did I lose control of this situation? Where did I lose control of my feelings? Why does everything he says or does now make me think of him in a new light? It either makes me think dirty thoughts or makes my heart flutter. Neither of which are things that should be happening where he is concerned.

After we finish lunch, it’s time for Harper to take another nap.

“I’m going to go put her down,” Liam puts his hand on my knee. “Don’t leave, I’ll be back.”

I head to the bathroom to change into my jeans and tank top. I’m waiting on the couch, reading the book I packed in my beach bag when he comes back downstairs. He sits next to me on the couch, a little closer then normal.

“What are you reading?” he asks.

“Oh, nothing. Just a stupid book,” I reply a little embarrassed, hoping he does not press any further.

“What’s it about?” he scoots closer to lean over my shoulder.

I close the book quickly. “It’s just a boring romance, nothing you would be interested in.”

He grabs it out of my hand as I lunge on top of him to get it. My body realizes what kind of position I have put us in and my heart rate instantly quickens. I watch him take an almost audible gulp.

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