Back to You (7 page)

Her hands fall to her side with a frustrated plop as our mouths disconnect again and I sit up. I position myself between her legs and hook my fingers inside her panties. “Loving these, too. But they’re just in the way.”

“Then by all means, get rid of them,” she says, bending her knee seductively and placing her foot on my shoulder.

I turn my head to kiss her ankle, feeling the goose bumps that prickle her skin. I still give her tingles—that’s impressive. But goose bumps are not my main objective right now—I’m going for a totally different effect.

Slipping the lace down her thighs, she removes her foot from my shoulder and kicks the panties across the room. Now this is a vision. One that has my dick pushing painfully against my khaki shorts to be set free. I mentally tell the eager fucker to hold tight for a little longer while we
give
the pleasure instead of receiving.
Good things come to those who wait. Take one for the team.

I gently dig my fingers into her leg, right at the bend in her knee, easing her legs open. Hovering over her, I tease the skin of her thighs with my tongue, creating a moist trail to her center. Her hips arch off the couch and she lets out a delicious moan as my mouth finds her and my tongue delves in. She tangles her fingers in my hair, urging me to continue, but I reach behind and take her hands in mine, pinning them down beside her. She moans again as my tongue works from the inside out, gripping my hands tighter as her release builds more and more intense.

“Oh. My. God. Declan… I’m gonna—” I look up to see why she didn’t finish what she was about to say. “No! Don’t stop! Whatever you do, don’t stop.” She turns to the side, burying her head in one of the pillows.

I laugh, but before I finish what I started, I want to encourage her to let loose. “Hey, you. Don’t be shy. No kids remember? We’re all alone… you can even scream if you’re so inclined.”

“Oh, I’m inclined. Just… shhh. I was about to—” Again she doesn’t finish.

“Say it, Mia. I want to hear you say it.”

A smile spreads across her flushed, glowing face.

I let go of one of her hands and bring mine between her legs, inserting one finger inside and then adding my tongue to the mix. I lap up her sweet arousal and then stop again. “Now, what was it you were about to do?”

She bites her lip and stares into my eyes. It has to be hard to focus on my eyes with my finger still working in and out of her. “Make me come, Declan. Please, just make me come.”

Ah! Jackpot.
“My pleasure.”

By the time the sun is setting, I’m feeling very unaccomplished. Well, unaccomplished in the sense that we haven’t unpacked, made dinner reservations, or left the couch. However, there is no set agenda and since I created the ‘no rule’ clause, making my wife scream my name three times since we got here—that’s an accomplishment in my book.

“I’m starved, babe. You?” Mia looks up at me from her resting spot on my chest. Seems we dozed off after the last round and just let the time slip by.

Running my fingers through her hair, untangling the knots we created together, I kiss her on the forehead. “Famished. Want to go out or stay in?”

She plays with the tufts of hair on my chest, making small circles. “Looks like we’re going to be spending a lot of time indoors. Why don’t we get washed up and go out? It’s still early and after that nap, I feel reenergized.”

“It’s a date, then. Join me for a shower?”

“If I join you for a shower we’ll never get out of here.”

She has a point. “Okay, you jump in first. You take longer to get ready. Leave the water on, I’ll go in right after you.”

She pushes against me, leaning up on her elbows, and leaves a soft kiss on my lips. “I’m already having a great time. Thank you.”

“Anything for you, babe. You know I love you more than words can say.”

When she gets up to walk to the bathroom, she gathers her clothes and saunters off, completely naked. Even after three rounds, I’m ready for more. “You sure I can’t join you?”

She looks over her shoulder and throws her balled up shirt at my head. “Stay put, Mr. Murphy. We’re going to break Murphy Junior if we don’t pace ourselves.”

Go figure… It’s ten o’clock on a Monday night and instead of being in my ninth dream or curled up reading in my bed, I’m actually wide awake and
out
. On a date. With my husband. Who looks freaking hot as hell for a man who drove all afternoon and then tossed me around for three rounds of mind-numbing,
uninterrupted
sex. In awe. That’s all I can think as I stare at him across the table… I’m completely in awe of this wonderful man.

He looks up from his plate and catches me ogling. “What?”

“Nothing,” I laugh, before taking another sip of my Chianti. “Like the salmon?”

“Delicious. How were the crab cakes?” he asks, wiping his mouth with the napkin.

“Perfect.
Everything
so far has been perfect. But—”

“Oh, come on. No buts,” he interrupts, tossing the napkin over his empty plate and reaching for my hand across the table.

“Sheesh. Calm down. I was just going to bring up this news you have to tell me. The suspense is killing me already and I know from the way you tense up every time I mention it that it can’t be good news. So… can you come out with it already?”

Declan pulls his arms back so that his elbows nearly touch. He cracks out the bones in his back, rolling his neck from side to side—a telltale sign that this topic does indeed stress him out and tense him up. “Not tonight. Okay? Can we just have one night without any drama?”

I perk up, interested. “Oh, so this
is
something I need to worry about then?” Declan doesn’t think anything’s dramatic—and we have two drama queens for kids. So hearing him talk about avoiding drama—I’m not buying it. I narrow my eyes before taking another sip of wine. “Fine. You call the shots all week. I’m just along for the ride.” I know it sounds bitchy and ungrateful, but for someone who said ‘no rules’ he sure is playing by his own made-up set.

“Mia. Don’t. Let’s just enjoy ourselves. We have seven days to worry about all the things that worry us. Can’t we put it off just a little longer?”

I want to say a million things. Like how having this weigh over our heads will just make me uneasy. Or how him making such a big deal about it is making me think that it’s something really bad. Or how I just have so much I want to say and he won’t let me. But instead of letting my mind run my mouth haphazardly, I simply smile and nod, agreeing with his plan. “Yes. You’re right. Let’s enjoy ourselves.”

He lifts his wine glass, prompting me to lift my own, and for the second time tonight we clink our glasses in a toast. “To enjoying ourselves,” he proclaims as if there isn’t this huge elephant in the room.

I ignore Dumbo and let the magnetism of his eyes pull me under. “To enjoying ourselves.”

The rest of dinner manages to go by effortlessly. We share dessert and sip on cappuccinos talking about the kids, even though being away from them is what we really need right now. Declan mentions the idea of having more and I nearly choke on my frothy beverage.

“Um… not now. Two is a handful.” I can’t believe he’d even suggest it after the year we’ve been through. He was the one who freaked out when I found out I was pregnant two months after our wedding. He doesn’t strike me as the type to have a kid to save a marriage. Not that we need saving—life preservers are fully secured, thank you very much—but another baby right now would just add more stress we don’t need.

He looks at me over the rim of his mug and asks, “Do you want to stop at two? Don’t you want to try for a boy—you know, to carry on the Murphy name?” He flexes his muscles and makes an adorable face, wiping away all my former disgruntlement with his baby suggestion.

“Connor can knock up that chick and carry on the name. Or knowing Cara she’ll make her poor husband keep
her
last name. I’m not saying I’m closed to the idea of more… just not now. And besides, you know there’s no guarantee it will be a boy, Dec. You’ve got girl-making sperm, buddy.”

“My ass. My swimmers can make big strong boys. I’ll show you.” He nods his head, boasting with a grin.

“You’ll show me nothing of the sort. Don’t make me pick up condoms on the way back to the house.”

“Psssh!” he erupts, rolling his eyes. “Condoms? You’re on birth control, no?”

“Yes, but you’re making me think we need double duty—or triple—I’ll make you pull out before emptying your girl-making juice inside me if you keep this baby talk up.”

Declan’s head falls back as he laughs. His shoulders shake and his hair flops to the side as he lets himself enjoy my joke. “Such a way with words. I fucking love you, Mia.”

I giggle, loving that even in the midst of a disagreement we can have fun. “I love you too, baby. Ready to go back now?”

He motions to the waiter for the check and then reaches in his back pocket for his wallet. “Ready as I’ll ever be. All this talk about sperm and condoms makes me horny, baby.” He does his best Austin Powers.

I shake my head. “You’re always horny, aren’t you?”

“For you, babe, yes. I’d take you right here on this table if I wasn’t worried about all these strange men getting a glimpse of my girl in action.”

“Oh, that’s what you’re worried about? Not getting arrested for indecent exposure?”

He leans closer, whispering, “Mmmm… there you go again. Come on, baby, let’s get home so I can do all kinds of indecent things to your exposed body.”

What a cornball. At least he’s a sexy cornball.

She has a point. It’s not right that I’m keeping this kind of thing from her, but fucking sue me for wanting to have a few goddamn days of peace before we have to make
another
decision. I want to tell her, I really do, but… not yet!

“Baby, come outside with me? There’s one of those swings on the porch like in those Nicholas Sparks movies.” She loves Nicholas Sparks and she’s always wanted a swing for our own yard, but I can’t help thinking the kids will probably find a way to turn it into some sort of death trap. Yeah, no swing for another few years.

“Sure, let me just go up and change into something more comfortable.” She kicks off her spiky heels and they land with a loud clunk. Anything has to be more comfortable than those.

“Is that code for something slinky and lacey?” I’m all recouped from before. I have at least two more rounds in me.