Page 32 of Spring Break With a Baby Daddy
One second we’re together on the couch, the next Vivi is standing between my spread legs, her hands gripping my shoulders, wide eyes on mine.
“What? What’s wrong?” Her gaze darts around the room. “Where’s Cade?”
“Hey.” I grip her hips, pull her a little closer. “Easy. He’s okay. Still asleep. Like you were a seconds ago.”
“I fell asleep?”
Her confusion is cute and I can’t stop a smile from lifting my lips at the thought of telling her. “Yeah. Right after we started the movie.”
“Oh.” Confusion and sleep cloud her eyes and she stares at me like I have the answers to a million questions.
Is it wrong that I want to kiss her right now?
Her hair and clothes are a little rumpled and she has a bit of sleep in the corner of one eye, but in this moment her appeal is tenfold what it normally is.
Because she’s unguarded.
Sure, she shot up like a rocket the second her brain came online but her usual wariness isn’t in her gaze and she’s touching me—letting me touch her—when I know she’s done her best to avoid contact since we raced home to rescue Cade from the doorstep.
Fuck, she’s done her best to keep distance between us from the second we met and sparks flew. Neither of us has mentioned our attraction, other than me repeatedly asking her out, but we’ve silently acknowledged it.
We stay like that, each caught in our own thoughts, Vivi standing between my knees, my hands on her hips, the movie droning on in the background, and I swear I can hear her heart beating double-time.
Or is that mine?
I’ve wanted this woman for months and in less than a day I’ve taken her on an aborted date, begged her to help me care for a baby who isn’t mine, convinced her to move in with me, and talked her into getting married.
Fuck. I’ve even had her in my bed!
And yet this is the closest we’ve come physically.
My body isn’t oblivious to her nearness either.
It is my heart I hear pounding in my ears. Along with throbbing in my groin and a dick trying its best to burst out of my pants and touch her, I can no longer ignore the effect she has on me.
Not that I’ve tried all that hard to push aside those feelings.
If anything, I’ve embraced them because how else do you explain my constant requests for a date?
This woman had me before hello and I’m here for whatever she gives me. I don’t know the entirety of her past, can’t say why she doesn’t trust many people. I can guess though, and that would be an educated guess, because while I haven’t outright asked her or anyone else, I’ve listened.
Soaked up every piece of information about Vivian Lenore Garnett I could get.
She’s been an obsession I didn’t see coming. One I have no qualms continuing to indulge in.
“What time is it?”
Her sleep-raspy voice has me focusing back on her. “I don’t know. Ten?”
“Cade hasn’t stirred yet?”
The way she thinks of him first has me more convinced than ever she’s the perfect person to help me raise him. “Not yet.”
“It’s been roughly four hours since he had his last bottle.”
“Yeah, but it took longer for him to go to sleep after so maybe he’ll go longer before his next one.” I shrug. “It’s all a guessing game at this point.”
“He needs routine. We screwed that up by driving here.”
