Page 107 of My Husband Problem

He nods. “I know. Astrid, I will?—”

I cut him off. “Just when I decide that I want you to give me orgasms, you’re going toleave?Nowyou’re going to go back to Portland? When I want you here? When Ilikeyou?”

He stares at me. But it seems to take him only a few seconds to process it all. He steps forward, crowding close. I don’t give up an inch.

“You want me here?”

“Yes.” I meet his gaze directly, but I wish my voice wasn’t so breathy. “And did you hear the part about the orgasms?”

His eyes flare with heat and emotion. “Oh, yes, I heard that.” His voice is a little rough now. “I also heard the part about how you like me.”

I take a deep breath and blow it out. “I still find you to be one of the most frustrating people I know.”

The corner of his mouth tilts up. “Ditto.”

A throat clears behind us, and Nora says, “I think we’re all gonna go.”

“Are you serious?” Andi asks. “This is way more interesting than what we were talking about a little bit ago.”

Nora gasps. “We were discussing summer festival ideas!”

“Like I said…” Andi says.

Sutton laughs, and the next thing I know, they are at the front door, nudging me back, nudging Declan closer to me, and slipping out around him.

“Bye, Astrid,” Sutton says.

“Love you,” Nora tells me. “Have fun.”

They both giggle.

I just shake my head, but I’m grinning.

“Put my milkshake in the freezer. I want it later,” Andi says, then over Declan’s shoulder she makes a kissy face and fans her face.

Yeah, I agree. My determined-looking-as-usual husband is staring at me with enough heat that I feel my palms begin to sweat.

He reaches behind him and pushes the door shut, without even glancing back.

He lifts a hand and tucks my hair behind my ear. “Are you sure about this? Now? Tonight?”

I shake my head. Then nod. “No. Yes. Not at all. Totally for sure.”

His smile grows, and he cups my face with one big hand. “From what I’ve read, that is a really good answer.”

I reach up and cover his hand with mine. “Nora said that you were doing some reading.”

“I want to know all about it. But I didn’t think you should have to tell me everything. I’m sure you get tired of explaining it and talking about it.”

I do actually, and I’m startled and relieved that he gets that. “Yes. But with you, I don’t mind. I should tell you everything. Every woman is different. The things you read were probably a good start, but how it all works for me is going to be specific.”

“How it all works for you is what I care about. But you can tell me, or not tell me, whatever you want.”

I move closer until my breasts brush the front of his shirt. “The most important thing I want you to know is I want you. I fantasize about you.”

His eyes darken, and I see his jaw tighten.

I wet my lips and continue. “Part of my therapy is touching myself. Giving myself orgasms. So that I associate that area of my body with pleasure. It took a long time, but I’m definitely there. At least when I’m alone. And a big part of that was imaginingyoutouching me.”