The man's low, magnetic voice was hoarse, barely concealing the desire within.
Even without turning around, Tara Summer could feel the scorching gaze on her.
Upon hearing his words, Tara hooked up her red lips, holding back a smile. She remained still, her eyes fixed on the child's adorable, sleeping face on the bed.
Perhaps pushed to the limit of his patience, the man's slender fingers ventured inside her garment, caressing her delicate waist.
Tara instinctively pressed down on the man's roving hand, her face blushing as she turned and glared at him, "The child is right here!"
"Tsk," Liam Yancey gave a low hiss, suddenly bending down to scoop her up sideways with a mischievous smile, "...then let's go back to our room."
"Liam Yancey!" Tara glanced at the large bed, relieved that Oskar wasn't awakened, then lowered her voice, "I can walk by myself. Put me down now!"
