“That’s not true, Harry. I want you.” I kiss the corner of his mouth. “I want you so much.” I kiss the opposite corner. “Like, all the time.”
“I’ve been listening to your audiobooks,” he breathes as my kisses traverse down his neck.
I freeze, lips still pressed to his warm skin. “You what?”
“I started listening to your audiobooks. Fuck, Lis. I’ve been so fucking turned on.”
“Oh my god,” I gasp in awed bemusement, leaning back to look into his deep green eyes. “That’s so hot.”
He moves so quickly, I don’t even know what’s happened until I’m on my back on the mattress and Harry is leaning over me, sucking kisses onto my jaw, neck, and collar. “Goddamnit, if I knew that all these times I was fucking my fist in the shower, you were just in the next room wishing I was fucking you instead…” His lips find mine and we kiss deeply, teeth clashing and tongues lashing.
“Just don’t be surprised by the changes,” I say when we break apart for breath.
“We’ve been over this, I love everything about you.”
“You haven’t really seen my body in the last few—”
“Lisa,” he interrupts with a firm tone. “We may not have had sex in a while, but I know your body. In all its forms.”
“I’m a woman not a transformer, Harry,” I huff.
He snorts in a way that some people might find unattractive, but I’ve always found very sexy. “I may not have been in close proximity, but I’ve seen your body. I’ve watched, drooling, as you changed each morning or got ready for bed each night. I’ve seen you in the shower and in the bath and believe me, I was taking it all in. All these…changes, you’re worried about, I have to say, babe, I haven’t noticed them. When I’m looking at you, I’m not looking at how tight your tummy is or how high your tits sit. I’m looking at all the soft skin I want to kiss, all the places I want to stroke with my fingertips.”
He gently cups my face as he says, “Wrinkles? I love every one of them, they show how many years I’ve had yourhappiness. They only show when you smile, and I love to make you smile. Your hair looks no different to me, but hey, I’m just a stupid bloke, I don’t know about this stuff. I think you have stunning hair, but if you’re not happy, do some research and see if there’s anything you can do to get it back to what you’re comfortable with. Whatever, you need, babe. Just make sure you’re doing it for you, not because you think I need it to be attracted to you, because I’m already painfully attracted to you.”
I stroke over the stubble adorning his jaw and look into his beautiful, kind eyes. “Harry,” I breathe, tears falling from my eyes and down my temple. “How’d I get so lucky?”
He shakes his head. “I’m the lucky one, Lis. I’m the one who can’t believe I get to wake up to the perfect girl every day.”
He dips to push his mouth against mine and I feel the rigid length of his cock against my thigh. I reach between us to grip him, wrapping my fingers around him as much as I can with his chinos still on.
“Fuck, babe. Don’t tease me, if you keep doing that, I’m going to pin you down and fuck you with less respect than you deserve.”
I moan at the filth in his words, and he correctly takes that as an invitation, shoving his hand into my sleep shorts and pushing them down as I try to work the button of his trousers open. Just as I’m able to push them down to his hips, a cry breaks out from across the room. We both pull apart with frustrated grunts and Harry climbs to stand, pulling his clothes back into place before heading over to the cot. Mary’s mouth is turned down into an almost perfect semi-circle as her eyes crinkle. Harry lifts her from her bed, holding her close to his shoulder and bouncing slightly as he walks back over to me. I reach to take her from him, but he shakes his head.
Sitting on his side of the bed, he leans back against the headboard and offers her the bottle of milk he bought up earlier. She grabs it greedily and starts drinking like we haven’t fed her for days.
“Sweet girl,” he sighs. “I love you kid, but you just ruined what was turning out to be a very good night.”
I giggle and climb back into bed, sitting close to my husband as he takes care of our daughter. Mary sees me and takes the bottle away from her mouth to give me a joyous smile, milk spilling out of her grin, making Harry and I laugh. “You’re forgiven, baby girl,” I tell her.
“Hm,” Harry grunts. “Jury’s still out.”
According to my bedside clock, it’s twenty minutes later when Harry gently places her back down in her cot. My eyes open from where I’d been dozing, the lids heavy and dropping closed no matter how hard I try to keep them open. Harry strips down to his boxers—I remember when we used to sleep completely naked but once the boys were big enough to reach our door handles, that stopped immediately—and slips under the covers, pulling me into his arms, my back pressed to his chest.
“Shall we pick up where we left off?” I ask, but it comes out over a rather unladylike yawn.
Harry laughs into my hair, tickling my neck. “I love you,” he whispers. “You’re tired, baby. Sleep now.”
“I love you too. Maybe we’ll try again tomorrow?” I ask hopefully.
He hums in amusement. “I’m counting down the hours.
CHAPTER TEN
“You better be in hospital or jail.”
LISA
