“Then don’t,” I gasp, leaning in to capture his mouth again, tongues tangling. There’s something about the way we are kissing that is almost sending me over the edge alone. The kisses are deep and consuming. The way his tongue moves with mine sends heat spiralling through me, leaving me trembling on the edge of something I can barely hold back. I am dangerously close to losing myself, my body tightening and pleasure building so intensely.
“Dan, oh my god, Dan… I…” My words fail me as I groan, lost in the sensation, again, holding myself from tumbling over the edge without him.
I’m not sure I’ve ever been able to come this close together but I get the feeling my body is about to show me otherwise.
Dan slides his hand up my thigh, pressing firmly, coaxing, teasing. “You’re driving me insane,” he groans. “And I love it.” He says as he slides his hands up onto my hips and pulls me down onto him. I open my mouth to reply but all that escapes is a shaky moan. I’m too close, holding myself together by the thinnest thread.
I roll my hips into him, feeling every inch of him, letting the heat of us intermingle.
I squeeze my legs into him instinctively as he moves below me, pressing close, his lips trailing from my mouth to my neck. I shiver, breath coming in ragged gasps. “Dan… I…”
He groans, capturing my mouth, voice low, heated. “I know. You don’t need to say it, I can feel it.”
I bite his shoulder, moaning, nails digging into his back, revelling in the sensation of him. The laundry beneath us is long forgotten, now just a soft, dishevelled nest for the passion that’s overtaken us.
I let myself go completely, losing control as a wave of pleasure washes over me.
Dan drinks in every shiver that runs through me. A low, husky sound escapes him, almost a growl.
“That’s my good girl” he murmurs, pride threading through every word. And just like that, I’m gone, tumbling over the edge.
“Oh god… yes…” I whisper, lost in the sensation, lost in him, lost in this perfect chaos.
Dan groans my name, and I cry out his.
My surrender ignites something in him and pushes him over the edge too. He shudders against me, caught in the same heat and I feel him release deep inside me.
My pleasure has pulled him with me, caught in the same consuming rush I’ve just given myself over to.
He presses a gentle kiss to my temple. “God I love you, Em” he murmurs, voice thick with satisfaction.
“Team us,” I whisper back, nuzzling his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart slowing beneath my ear. The laundry is ruined, scattered across the floor in a chaotic testament to our intimacy, and yet it doesn’t matter.
In the chaos, in the mess, in the unpredictability of life as parents, we’ve found something rare: time, closeness, and a rediscovered hunger for each other that no amount of sticky fingerprints, spilled juice, or scattered toys could ever diminish.
We lie there, tangled in each other and the pile of laundry, catching our breath, laughing softly, lingering in the quiet aftermath of passion. On Monday, life awaits. The school runs, bedtime routines, the chaos of parenthood. But for now, we’re suspended in our own little world, messy, intimate, perfectly us.
And as I feel his hand brush against mine, squeezing softly, I know this is exactly where we’re meant to be.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
EMMA
The email comes in while I’m at Rose’s café pretending to edit copy and actually just refreshing my inbox.
Milan Fashion Week – Confirming Availability
My stomach drops.
I stare at it for a full ten seconds before opening it, like it might vanish if I look too quickly.
Three days.
Front row access.
Feature opportunity.
Lead byline.
