“Have you eaten?” she asked.
“No.” I couldn’t remember the last time that I actually sat down and ate a meal.
“Alright. I’ll run down to the kitchen and grab us something. I wonder what Abigail made for dinner.”
She turned to leave and I snagged her wrist gently. I pulled her into me and placed a light kiss on her lips, then let her go with a smile.
We ate and talked some more. Sparrow slept most of the time only waking to eat and get her diaper changed. Since the doctor had assured that it was normal, I tried not to worry.
It seemed like half the night, Sparrow was either in my arms or in Ingram’s. It almost seemed normal. And that thought may have caused me to see how things would be great with us. Like maybe this all could work out. Of course, there was Chry to consider but one step at a time.
“She normally sleeps for a few solid hours from midnight to five,” I told Ingram a little while later.
It was almost nine and I was starting to feel dead on my feet. Ingram kept telling me to go to bed but I didn’t want to just yet. I wanted to enjoy every second that I had with her.
“Don’t worry about it, Malcolm. I’m here and I will take care of her.”
“Okay,” I said giving in. “I’m going to shower first.”
I couldn’t remember the last time that I had.
Ingram’s lips turned up into a sexy smirk.
“Don’t do that,” I told her only half jokingly.
“I have never showered with someone,” she said completely ignoring me. “And I do smell like spit-up.”
“Ingram,” I warned knowing good and well that if we got in that shower together that I wouldn’t be able to resist taking her no matter how tired I was.
She wasn’t fazed by my warning as she took my hand.
“Sparrow,” I told her as one last attempt to halt this.
“That’s why they make these things. Lucky for you, they not only thought to get one, but set it up and everything for you.”
She snagged the baby monitor on the dresser and made sure that everything was turned on and good to go.
My room was small and I didn’t think it was necessary, I was pretty sure I’d hear Sparrow even with the door shut and the water running. But I had that shaky, new parent thing going on, so having that extra security helped.
I no longer had an excuse not to let Ingram pull me into the bathroom.
Her eyes were on mine as she began to lift up my shirt. My breath sped up and I locked my knees into place so I wouldn’t close the small distance between us and take her right then and there.
She flashed me that knowing half-smile the moment my shirt was free.
As she ran her dainty, soft fingers over my skin, my eyes drifted closed. All too slowly, her hands made their way down my chest and abs. She toyed with the waistband of my pants and I couldn’t tell if she was doing it because she was trying to tease me or because she was nervous.
We’d had sex but she’d never seen me naked. I’d never seen her naked, either. I regretted it but at the same time, I wouldn’t take that night back. No way in hell.
I was vibrating inside knowing it wouldn’t be long now.
One button at a time, she undid my jeans. Her chest rose and fell and there was a tint of pink on her cheeks. I couldn’t look away from her eyes. My pants pooled around my ankles and one leg at a time, I freed them completely.
Her fingers explored every inch of my torso, gliding up over my chest and shoulders and back down again. Her eyes followed her touch as she took in all the ink that covered my arm and then back up to the one over my chest. Then she softly traced over the letters and then the club insignia that was there, permanently etched into my skin like the club was to my soul. I leaned forward, my hands resting on the edge of the counter as I caged her in my arms. Only the sounds of our breaths filled the air as she brought her eyes back to mine. Then her fingers were lightly gliding down my back until she met the band of my boxers.
I sucked in a breath through my clenched teeth when her hands slipped into my boxers and her warm palms followed the curve of my ass. The upturn at the corner of her lips told me she liked what she was doing to me.
I was finding it harder and harder not to close the six-inch gap between our lips.
