Loosie Goosey

She stood beside Carrie, a glass of champagne in her hand, but her attention wasn't on the wedding chatter or the drink. Her eyes were locked firmly on Liam. The afternoon sun was warm, and the physical exertion of the game had left his skin flushed and a light sheen of sweat coating his forehead. His white dress shirt was sticking to his back, outlining the hard, thick muscles of his shoulders and chest as he leaned over to help a child stand up.

He looked good, the paternal nature multiplied by his obvious physical strength. It was a stark contrast to the formal setting, seeing him so wild and uninhibited. She took a slow sip of her drink, trying to mask the hunger pooling in her stomach, but she felt a heavy, wet throb between her legs that was becoming impossible to ignore.

Carrie nudged her with her elbow, her expression amused and knowing. "You’ve been staring at him for ten minutes, you know," she teased, tilting her head toward the lawn. "Are you feeling the sparks, or is it just the champagne?"

Emma felt her face heat up instantly, a crimson flush spreading across her cheeks. She tried to deflect, clutching her glass tighter. "I'm just… observing. He’s very good with the kids, that's all. It’s just nice to see."

Carrie laughed, a sound that cut right through the tension. She leaned in, her voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial tone. "Oh, stop. I can see it in your eyes. You’re practically undressing him with your stare. Look, you’re here, and he looks like he’s ready to tear that suit off. Don't be uptight. Cut loose, Emma. Have some fun. You deserve to let yourself feel something for once. Eye humping isn't cheating."

The words hit home. The embarrassment faded, replaced by a sudden, intense spike of arousal. She looked back at him. Liam had straightened up, his chest heaving slightly from the activity, his gaze sweeping over the crowd until it locked onto hers. He smiled and Emma felt her heart flutter.