Chapter 5: Hubby To The Rescue

I stepped out of the steamy shower, smelling all fresh and lavender-y. Wrapped a plush towel tight around me, soaking up the leftover water droplets.

Ah, shoot! I totally spaced and left my phone downstairs in my crazy rush to get ready, so I trudged down the stairs, the wooden floor greeting my steps with a gentle stroke

The kitchen was a moonlit paradise, with rays beaming through the windows. My phone was lounging all innocent on the kitchen counter. I reached out, fingers desperate to nab it. But life had other plans. My foot decided to take a nosedive over a stupid rolled-up rug, and I crashed down hard, towel making a grand exit. Ouch, man! I couldn't hold back a loud yelp, and the whole neighborhood must've heard it.

In the midst of all the chaos, Baby's lively soccer commentary abruptly halted. He came rushing in from the living room like a bolt of lightning.. Shirtless, showing off his strong and sexy self. His dark skin gleamed with a healthy glow, muscles rippling underneath. And those eyes, intense and magnetic, locked onto mine, reeling me in.

From his broad shoulders down to his sculpted chest, the dude was a solid work of art. Chiseled abs doing their thing, hinting at his serious fitness game. His arms, strong and sinewy, screamed protection and security. Baby's perfectly carved jawline came with a concerned frown, and those eyes of his, a rich mahogany color, held a mix of worry and tenderness as they scanned my fallen self. My eyes roamed over his face, taking in every captivating feature.

I couldn't help but catch my breath, stealing a moment to fully appreciate how damn attractive my husband was. Those high cheekbones adding a touch of elegance to his rugged hotness. His short, dark hair framed his face, accentuating the intensity in his gaze. It was a lethal combo of muscles and charm that had my senses buzzing, even in the midst of my sore butt situation.

Baby reached out a steady hand, his lips curling into a reassuring smile. Despite the pain in my bruised butt, my eyes couldn't resist lingering on his irresistible physique. He had that undeniable allure, and I couldn't deny the desire coursing through me as he helped me back up. It was proof of the sizzling attraction we shared.

With me refusing to give him any action for the whole week as punishment, plus my crazy hormones going haywire, I gotta say, I was remarkably uncomfortable.

My cheeks were on fire as Baby Corrigan caught me checking him out. His smirk grew wider, causing me to blush even harder. Before I could regain my composure, he swooped in and picked me up in a bridal carry, leaving me gasping in surprise.

"Caught ya in the act!" Baby teased. "Can't hide those wandering eyes from me, Lakeisha."

"Oh, come on. Like you don't secretly enjoy it," I shot back, poking his side playfully.

He chuckled, adjusting his grip on me. "Can you blame a guy? The way you were checking me out had me weak in the knees, but here's the deal. If you're game, we can put an end to all this madness right here, right now.

"And how exactly do I do that?"

"Simple," he replied with a smirk. "Beg me. Beg me and say you're sorry for putting me on a no-action diet for an entire week."

I rolled my eyes. "Sorry, Baby, but I'll pass. No begging or apologies from me."

Baby burst into laughter, the sound echoing in the room. Without breaking a sweat, he hoisted me up onto his shoulder. My hands instinctively wiggled, and I started landing light punches on his back

Baby poked fun, his voice full of amusement. "Ouch, easy there! Your punches won't even tickle. Looks like you're hurting yourself more than me."

I huffed in annoyance, seeing that my efforts to retaliate were falling flat. So, I resigned myself to the fact that Baby was way too strong for me to overpower in this position.

As we made our way up the staircase, Baby effortlessly maneuvered, his muscles flexing under his shirtless frame. My irritation quickly melted away, replaced by a sense of security in his sturdy hold.

"Face down, ass up. Brings back so many memories," Baby quipped, giving one cheek of my ass a playful slap.

"You and your memories, never missing a chance to tease me."

Hubby let out a satisfied sigh, feeling my weight against his shoulder. He continued climbing the stairs with ease, while I clung on, unable to do much from my current position.

With a graceful display of strength, Baby effortlessly reached our bedroom. He gently placed me on the bed.

Something dawned on me: my towel was still in the kitchen.

The frigid air kissed my exposed skin, causing me to fidget. Or maybe it was Baby's hungry eyes exploring every inch of me as if he hadn't eaten in ages.

"Alright, alright, you win this round," I conceded, a smile forming on my lips. "But watch out, Baby Corrigan. I'll figure out a way to get back at you."

Baby leaned in to plant a tender kiss on my forehead. "I'll be waiting, my feisty queen. Now rest up and get ready for round two."

Snuggling into the pillows, I said in a low voice, "Round two? We didn't even have a round one."

His eyes were filled with raw desire as our gazes locked, leaving me utterly speechless.

I nibbled on my bottom lip, very sure my eyes mirrored the same craving. With a gentle touch, he brushed aside a few damp strands of my blond hair that clung to my face after the shower. The back of his hand grazed my cheek, igniting a delightful mix of ticklish sensations and an electric surge that coursed through my entire body. A soft moan escaped my lips involuntarily.

Our lips were mere inches apart, and I caught a whiff of his minty breath. His voice was just above a whisper when he said, "I want you, Lakeisha."

"Take me."

In one swift move, he grabbed my waist and pulled me into him. My skinny arms automatically wrapped around his neck, my long fingers gently grazing his skin.

"Oh, fuck," he whimpered.

Feeling a bit daring, I pressed myself against his chest and slowly traced my hand over his chiseled muscles, savoring the journey down his abdomen and shamelessly relishing the feel of his abs. His muscles tensed under my touch, and I couldn't help but flash a wicked smirk, knowing the effect I was having on him.

His jaw clenched, and his nostrils flared as he watched me.

"Don't tease me, Lakeisha. I'm no gentleman. Seriously, I'm not."

"Oh, yeah?" I challenged. "Prove it."

He's staring at me so hard, his pupils dilated.

Then, boom!

He lunges at me, his lips crashing onto mine. The kiss is intense, forceful, no holding back.

His hands grip the back of my neck, keeping me in place. I can sense his heart pounding rapidly, taste the lingering tang of lemonade on his tongue. Finally, I run my fingers through his hair, something I've been longing to do all week.

His hair feels soft and silky, coiling around my fingers. Suddenly, warmth surges through me, and I melt.

I straddle his strong waist and reciprocate the kiss with equal fervor.

My senses awaken, and everything becomes amplified. The sound of our breathing, even our heartbeats, feels thunderous.

It was a fiery kiss, a powerful mix of desire and passion that engulfed us both. Baby and I found comfort in each other's arms, our bodies tangled up in a world where only our love mattered.

But right in the middle of our intense connection, a freaking phone call shattered the delicate bubble we had built. The damn thing screamed, cutting through our lust-filled haze. Baby tried to break away from the kiss, his hand instinctively reaching for the annoying device.

Not willing to let go, I held onto him, gripping tighter, and whispered against his lips, my voice filled with desperation. "Come on, Baby, it can wait," I pleaded. "Just a little longer."

Caught between his desire for me and the persistent call, Baby hesitated, locking eyes with me, his gaze filled with regret and a longing to stay. Giving in to my words, we reignited our passionate kiss, seeking refuge in those stolen moments of intimacy.

But the freaking phone wouldn't quit, like an unwelcome intruder crashing our passionate party. Reluctantly, Baby pulled away, his apology lingering on my lips, his eyes filled with sorrow. "I'm so sorry, love," he whispered. "I gotta take this call."

He severed our connection abruptly, leaving me bewildered and ticked off. I shot him a glare as he retreated, frustration bubbling up inside me. I wrapped myself tightly in a nearby blanket, seething with anger, the fabric becoming my shield against the cold sting of betrayal.

"I thought you said it could wait," I muttered bitterly, disappointment and resentment coloring my words.

From where I stood, I strained to catch snippets of Baby's conversation, my anger intensifying as I pieced together the urgency of the situation. The damn hospital. They needed him there, always snatching him away from me at the most inconvenient times.

I felt this sudden rush of rage. Who the hell did they think they were, taking him away and wrecking our special moment?

Fired up, I stormed out of the bedroom, my movements fueled by a potent mix of anger and hurt. The door slammed shut behind me, the sound echoing through the house, mirroring the chaotic storm brewing inside me.

Wrapped up in the blanket's warmth, I sought solace, clutching it tightly around me like a shield against a system that dared to challenge our love.

If Baby Corrigan even thinks about coming near me, he better watch out, 'cause I was about to let loose all the crazy emotions that were eating me up inside.