"You need a hand?"
"Nah, mate. Rune's gonna help but we should be good. Thanks," he leaned down, jiggling each babies leg gently. "Farewell boy-o's. You be good for your daddy-o."
He stood, throwing me a smile. "Night, Laura. Thanks for helping out our main man."
"Any time," I said, pushing to my feet.
We waved Laura and Ian off, both of them bickering as they walked down the path to their cars.
"Not sure how I feel about that," Erik muttered, watching them from the window in the sitting room.
"That they're attracted to each other?"
"Mm," he shook his head. "Wish they'd just sleep together and get it over with. I'm sick of the bickering."
I chuckled, watching Leif start to yawn. "Your sister is great, except for the fact she's the most sexually repressed woman I've ever met."
Erik made a gagging sound. "TMI, woman!"
I rolled my eyes. "Why do brothers have such an issue with talking about sex?"
"Uh-huh, nope. The only person's sex life I'm interested in is yours."
We both froze.
"I meant mine, sorry, mine." Erik corrected in a hurry, swearing under his breath. "Fuck, I mean, fuck, fudge, fu-ah, hell." He shut up.
I tilted my head to one side, "Erik, have you been thinking about what sleeping with me would be like?" I tried not to grin as I teased the poor man.
"Fuck it," Erik muttered. He threw back his shoulders, looking me straight in the eye. "Yeah, I have. How you feel about that?"
Instead of answering I closed the distance between us, raised up on my tip-toe and kissed him. He allowed it for a beat, then took over.
Holy shitstacks. Who the fuck let this guy kiss? He needs to come with a warning label.
Erik didn't kiss, he devoured. He let my lips caress his for only a moment before he took over, plundering my mouth in a way that felt oh so good.
His hands came to my waist, pulling me closer, one hand stayed there while the other trailed up my back, fisting into the hair at the back of my neck.
Holy shit. Ho-ly sheeeeeeeiiiit.
The words rolled around in my head on repeat as he kissed me, over and over and over again. His mouth trailed from my lips dipping to taste my neck.
"Delicious," he muttered against me, his teeth grazing against the sensitive skin. "So soft."
I pushed his mouth to my skin, groaning when he took the hint and began kissing and sucking. He felt amazing, my body coming alive under his hands, his mouth, his tongue.
Erik backed me to the couch and I dropped onto it, my legs finally giving out. He followed, dropping to his knees before me.
"Need to taste you," he grunted, his hands falling to my pants. "Get these off."
Together we pushed and pulled them down my legs, my underwear coming along for the ride. He fell on my pussy, his lips tasting and teasing, his tongue stroking. There was no other word for it, the man worshipped me.
A gurgled sound had us both freezing. Our heads whipped to the floor where Ulf and Leif were both sleepily settled on their little mat.
"Crap," Erik whispered. "Do you think they saw?"
A hysterical giggle burst from my lips, "I don't know. How far can a three-month-old see?"
