Page 70 of Staying For Ever
“Gonna test your favorite feeling, Julie, right now. Are you ready?” She quirks one tawny brow at me.
I lift her off the ground, her legs wrapping around me. “I am,” I say against her lips as I carry her to our bedroom and lay her on the bed, following her down, stretching out beside her.
Fussing squawks from the baby monitor on the nightstand as my hand grasps one full breast. As the sound fills the room, moisture soaks her shirt. “Ugh, welcome to the new age of cock blocking.” She throws an arm over her eyes and huffs out a breath, giggling.
I drop my forehead on her chest and join her mirth.
“Is it both or just one?” I glance up at the monitor and see both squirming. “I’ll get a bottle.”
“Okay, I’ve got the boob.” We roll off the bed and head back the way we came. “You think we’ll ever have sex again?” She throws the question over her shoulder as she precedes me down the hall.
“God, I hope so. I mean they must find a way or there’d be a lot of only children, right?”
“Fair point.”
“Ever?”
She stops on her way into the nursery, hand on the door handle. “Julie.” She blinks her smoky eyes at me, waiting, hair mussed, face sans makeup and shirt sporting a circle of wetness over each breast.
“You’ve never looked more beautiful.”
