Leaning as close as possible, without touching her, he questioned, "You're not into me?"
Blowing out a short breath, she insisted, "No."
Another nod preceded his, "Okay."
Liv's breathing picked up as he stepped behind her.
She started to question him, but stopped as he brushed her hair back from the side of her face and whispered, "Yes, you are," in her ear.
Slowly shaking her head, she felt his hands slide around her waist then down the front of her thighs while his lips grazed her earlobe.
"Eat your cereal then," he dared, challenging her like she had done with him the previous morning.
Fighting to keep her composure, she focused on the spoon that she couldn't seem to get a grip on.
The tiny prickles resting on the surface seeped through her skin down into her bones, chipping away at her resolve as Braden pressed his hands against the tops of her thighs. Kneading his way back to her waist with one hand. When his other slipped into the front of her pajama bottoms, Liv surrendered. Leaning her head back, she let out a soft moan that was instantly stifled by his kiss.
"You taste like fruit loops." He smiled against her mouth.
An involuntary groan prevented her from smiling back as the sensation his fingers coaxed caused her to shudder from the inside out.
Reaching back, Liv grabbed the shoulders of his t-shirt, twisting them in her hands as she murmured, "Braden..."