Chapter 28
Twenty-Eight
EILIDH
This was deliberate.
It had to be.
A complete manipulation of my erogenous zones.
I let myself into Fyfe’s house this morning, expecting him to be feeding Millie all the while trying to get ready for work, as per usual.
Instead, the house was eerily quiet and I realized why when I rounded Fyfe’s large living room sofa to find him on it with Millie, looking like an ad to seduce women into getting pregnant!
Fyfe wore only his pajama trousers and his glasses. His thick hair was tousled and his head lolled back on the sofa as he slept. He didn’t snore, though Millie did, gently, her cheek smooshed to his chest. His naked, sculpted man chest.
I was instantly aroused in every way a woman could be aroused. Physically, emotionally, mentally.
How fucking dare he?
Even in my indignation, I had the presence of mind to pull out my phone to take a photo of hot father and sweet child.
“Hullo, new phone wallpaper,” I muttered, tapping my screen to do just that.
I slipped the phone into my back pocket just as Fyfe blinked sleepily behind his sexy black-framed glasses.
I found myself drowning in his warm, dark eyes. “Eils?”
“What happened?” I whispered, my words a wee bit more clipped than usual.
He’d totally thrown me with this. It wasn’t just that he was hot and I was attracted to him.
Fyfe was reminding me that he was a good man.
A great father who’d shown in just a few short weeks that he’d fallen in love with his daughter.
I didn’t think my heart was ready for that reminder.
He groaned, holding tight to Millie as he sat up. She made grumbly noises but didn’t wake. “What time is it?”
“Eight o’clock.”
“Oh, bloody hell. I’m late.”
“Let me take her.”
He nodded and gently eased her off his chest and into my arms. Millie stirred with the transfer but didn’t fully awaken. That wasn’t like her. Worried, I pressed a kiss to her forehead. She was a little warm.
“She has an ear infection.” Fyfe scrubbed his hands over his face, rubbing his eyes beneath his glasses. “Took her to Thurso earlier this morning. They said it’ll clear up on its own, but if it doesn’t by day three, to bring her back to the docs.”
“My poor Millie Billie,” I whispered, kissing her again before I gently set her in her cot. She remained deep in sleep. By the looks of things, neither she nor her father had much rest last night.
I turned to Fyfe and whatever I was about to say tumbled right off my tongue.
He stood, stretching, and I attempted not to drool.
The tartan pajama trousers he wore had slipped low so I could see the fantastic V-cut of his hips.
My gaze devoured every inch of naked skin on display.
The taut six-pack, the sculpted chest, the broad shoulders, and just thick enough biceps. He was ludicrously physically perfect.
A throat cleared.
My eyes flew to his.
And then there were his glasses. He’d been wearing them more often lately. Taunting me with that whole hot, genius lost boy vibe I’d fallen for as a teen.
Fyfe wore a far too sexy smirk. “Are you done ogling me?”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “You did this deliberately.”
“What?”
I waved at his half-naked gloriousness. “That! The no shirt, glasses on, cute baby sprawled on your man chest.”
Fyfe let out a low chuckle. “It wasn’t deliberate. But I like how flustered you are right now.”
“I’m not flustered.”
He cocked his head in contemplation, a certain heat entering his eyes. “Are you turned on?”
Yes! So, so turned on! “Pfft! We’re not talking about that stuff in front of Millie.”
Fyfe swaggered over to me and I stumbled back against the cot.
To my surprise, he cupped my face in his hands and bent his head to mine.
I thought he was going to kiss me. But his lips hovered just above mine as he searched my eyes.
“Eilidh Adair, if I wasn’t so bloody tired right now, I’d throw you over my shoulder and take you upstairs so we could do more than just talk about that stuff. ”
My lower belly squeezed. Callie’s words from yesterday came back to me. “Maybe, when you’re not so tired, I’ll allow that.”
His nostrils flared. “Really?”
I pressed a palm against his naked chest, my fingers flexing against the feel of him. “It would be casual, though.”
Fyfe instantly dropped his hand and retreated, his expression shuttered. “Casual?”
“I’ve been thinking … before either of us can decide what we want from the other, we should make sure we’re sexually compatible.”
“We are sexually compatible,” he bit out angrily.
“You don’t know that.”
“I fucking do.”
“Millie,” I hissed, turning to make sure he hadn’t woken her up.
“Eilidh …” Fyfe’s jaw clenched as he gritted out, “I am not having casual sex with you.”
“Then we’re at an impasse because I’m not getting into a relationship with you until we see how physically compatible we are.”
He stepped back into my space, bristling in a way that had my blood pumping.
His voice was rough like gravel as he declared, “I am going to kiss, lick, suck, and fuck every inch of you, Eilidh, until you come in my mouth, on my face, around my fingers, and all over my cock. And I’m going to have all that from you knowing I have your body as well as your soul. No compromises.”
His declaration along with the remembrance of that dream I’d had caused wet heat to pool between my thighs.
Wow.
Okay.
I had never been more aroused in my whole life.
Fyfe ducked his head toward mine. “Can you speak?”
“No!” I shoved his chest, sliding past him. “I’m all …” I gestured down my body.
He faced me slowly, grinning that cocky grin. “Are you wet, sweetheart?”
“Not in front of the baby.”
His eyes dropped to my chest and darkened. “Your nipples are hard. I can’t wait to taste them.”
Literally, it was like he’d taken my breast in his mouth, his words had such an effect on my body.
I flapped air at my face, trying to cool down, somewhat panicked by the way he’d taken control of this conversation.
He chuckled. A dart down his body told me he was not unaffected by his filthy words or my reaction.
“If you say one more dirty thing to me, Fyfe Moray, I can promise you that the appendage tenting those pajamas right now will get nowhere near me. Ever.”
He considered this. “But you’ll want me to say dirty things to you in the future, right?”
I made a scoffing sound. “You know … well …I mean …”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Casual only,” I warned him.
“Nope. Not happening.”
“You’re that convinced we’re compatible? All in or nothing?”
“Eilidh, we’re standing in my living room, I’m hard, you’re wet, and we haven’t even touched each other. I’m pretty sure when we have sex, it’ll blow our fucking minds.”
He was determined to turn me into a horny puddle of goo on his living room floor. I spluttered, unable to form a witty comeback. The bastard. No one had ever flustered me so much they’d stolen my ability to banter!
“Are we in agreement?”
“No,” I huffed.
“Eilidh—”
“I’m not ready for the other stuff.” My shoulders slumped with despondence. “I’m sorry.”
Fyfe barely hid his flinch before he turned from me. He strolled to Millie’s cot to look in on her. “I need to get ready for work.”
My heart hurting, my mind reeling from the abrupt change in atmosphere between us, I offered quietly, “Why don’t you get some sleep?”
“I have a couple of meetings I can’t miss.”
“Okay.” My voice sounded small even to my ears. I was so confused.
Fyfe seemed to sense it. His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, but I knew it was meant to reassure me. “Can you watch her while I get ready?”
“That’s … that’s why I’m here.” Thoughts of yesterday flitted back.
I hadn’t mentioned it to Fyfe last night because I didn’t want to add to his stress, but I’d realized afterward that he deserved to know.
Cameron threatened his relationship with Millie, after all.
“Something happened yesterday that we need to discuss. We’ll talk after you get dressed. ”
“Let’s talk now.”
“I, uh, kind of need you to not be half-naked anymore.”
There was that smug smirk again. Fyfe nodded, crossing the room toward the stairwell, which meant passing me. “Your obsession with my body bodes well for me.”
“Fuck you,” I replied without heat.
“No.” He stopped to bend his lips to my ear. “Fuck you, baby. When you agree to be mine, I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll see heaven.”
It took everything within me not to climb him like a goddamn tree.
Fyfe abruptly drew away, walking toward the stairs.
I turned on him. “Well, I’m … that’s …”
He grinned over his shoulder at me as he climbed. “That’s …?”
“Just you wait.” I shook a finger at him. “When you get back down here, I will have a comeback ready and I will skewer you with my wit.”
“I’d rather I skewered you with my cock, but okay.”
“Uh! That’s sounds painful, not sexy.” And yet my body thought it sounded hot.
“Oh, it’d be sexy,” he called, even as he disappeared out of sight. “Everything I do to you will be sexy, baby, I assure you.”
“Stop calling me baby!”
Millie broke into cries.
“Thanks for waking mine!” he yelled back down.
“You started it,” I bit out between clenched teeth, hurrying over to the cot.
“With your filthy innuendo and dirty talk.” Reaching down, I picked Millie up and smelled the poop.
“Aw, Millie, it’s okay. Auntie Eilidh’s here.
Let’s get your nappy changed. I hope you didn’t hear any of that naughty stuff your daddy said or I will skewer him with more than my wit. ”