Authors: Carrie Elks
Fix You (31 page)
Hanna nodded. “You don’t even have to hurry home on Sunday.”
“It’s a deal.” His face split into a grin. “I can’t wait to
tell Luce. I can’t remember the last time we were alone.”
“Nor can I,” Richard replied dryly, before turning to Hanna.
“Shall we go say goodbye to Matt and Lily, sweetheart?”
IT WAS GONE midnight by the time they
got to the hotel, and the restaurant had already closed. They ordered room
service, sitting in the complimentary robes as they devoured burgers and fries,
Hanna’s bare feet resting in Richard’s lap as they talked.
“I promised the children we’d be back in time for breakfast,”
Richard admitted, setting an alarm on his phone. “We have six hours and
twenty-seven minutes left of alone time.”
“I’m glad you planned it to a ‘T,’” Hanna replied. “I’d hate
to miss out on those twenty-seven minutes.”
“You can do a lot in twenty-seven minutes,” Richard
protested, his fingers rubbing gentle circles on her feet.
“
You
can!” She started to laugh. He moved his hands
up her legs, stopping to caress her calves, his fingers delighting in the
sensation of her soft skin. He’d missed this; being alone with her, making each
other laugh. Making each other do other things.
“Lily says she’s sick and tired of this world being run by
men. She’s planning to run for president when she’s eighteen.” Richard looked
up at Hanna as he spoke. “Apparently there should be laws against boys teasing
girls.”
“She was fed up because NJ and Matty said she couldn’t climb
the tree.”
Richard pulled her toward him, lifting her hips until she
was straddling him. Her knees rested on either side of his thigh. “She reminds
me of you. I remember how feisty you were when we first met. I got hard looking
at you.”
Hanna leaned forward to wrap her arms around his neck,
wriggling on his lap. “You got hard when you pulled my ass against you.”
“I always get hard when I pull your ass against me,
sweetheart.”
He pushed up so she could feel the evidence of his arousal
between her thighs. He was enjoying this: their gentle banter, the touching and
kissing. When they were apart he was constantly thinking about her. Being
together gave him peace.
“Are you going to do something about it?” she asked archly.
The smirk on her face belied her amusement.
“I’m not sure. I feel like we skipped a whole stage in our
relationship. Maybe we should try dry humping.” He flexed his ass and brushed
against her again, causing a groan to escape her lips. There was nothing
between them except their underwear, their robes hanging open from frantic
touching.
“You go ahead and dry hump.” Hanna licked a trail from his
ear to his neck. “It’s a bit too late for me. I’m wet already.”
Richard laughed. His head tipped back as she ran her lips
down his neck. “I think we can work with that.”
“I love the way you’re so adaptable.” She ground herself
down on him. Richard reached out to grab her hips, steadying her against him.
He wasn’t joking about the dry humping. He was already reaching the edge.
“I find negotiation leads to a result which satisfies all
parties.” He winked before tipping her chin up, capturing her mouth with his
own. Her hands pushed inside his robe, the terry cloth falling from his
shoulders until his chest was exposed. She dipped her head to lick his nipple,
the sensation shooting straight to his dick.
“Can we finish the talk right here?” he asked.
“You’re the one who’s over forty, darling. If you think your
back is up to sex on the couch, far be it from me to say no.” She shrugged off
her own robe, naked apart from her boy shorts. His mouth watered as he scanned
her body; taking in her soft skin, full breasts and sweet, undulating hips. He
didn’t know what part of her to attack first.
He chose her breasts. He ran his hands over them before
pushing her down to the couch, her hair cascading across the dark fabric. He
rolled her until she was lying on her robe, figuring the soft cloth would be
preferable to hard leather.
“You know, it’s less than a year until you hit the big
four-oh.” He ran his lips down her throat. “You won’t be able to make fun of me
then.”
“I’ll always be able to make fun of… oh!”
He wrapped his mouth around her nipple and sucked,
effectively silencing her. She arched her back, pushing herself into him, and
he placed a hand under her spine to support her.
Christ, he loved this woman. They’d known each other for
more than twenty years, been married for eight, and had three beautiful
children they both adored. Yet he could never get enough of her, regardless of
where they were. He wanted every part of her. The feisty girl who wouldn’t take
shit from anybody. The loving mother who worshipped the ground their children
walked on. The beautiful wife who delighted in teasing him, and always gave as
good as she got.
“Next time we do this, you’re going to wear those shorts,”
he growled, finally sliding his tongue against her.
“Yes, god yes,” she agreed.
“I’ll push them to one side, and plunge my fingers inside
you, feeling you clench against me as I suck you hard.” Oh, he was pulsing now.
He felt the urge to take her hard, to make her head hit the arm of the sofa
every time he thrust.
“I’ll cut off every pair of jeans I’ve got,” she warned.
“You do that, sweetheart.”
He laid his body on hers, feeling their flesh coming
together until they moved like one, an overwhelming sense of peace engulfing
him. After two weeks without his family, without the woman he adored, he was
finally home.
He loved every moment of it.
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ALSO BY CARRIE ELKS
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Carrie Elks lives near London, England
and writes contemporary romance with a dash of intrigue. At the age of
twenty-one she left college with a political degree, a healthy overdraft and a
soon-to-be husband. She loves to travel and meet new people, and had lived in
the USA and Switzerland as well as the UK. An avid networker, she tried to
limit her Facebook and Twitter time to stolen moments between writing chapters.
When she isn't reading or writing, she can usually be found baking, drinking
wine or working out how to combine the two.
Fran, Kate and Meredith; you three
were there at the beginning, and I’m so grateful for all your help with the
story. Your friendship and good advice mean the world to me.
All
my thanks to Meire and Flavia; your unstinting support and belief in me is
amazing. I really wouldn’t be here without you both. Whenever I read your
emails or messages they always put a smile on my face.
Jennifer
Harris proofread this book, and she did so with professionalism and humor.
Simone Beauvoir; thank you for your hard work on this, it was great to make a
new friend.
Lucia
Valcikova, your unerring support, both in messages and on blogs, always makes
my day. I always enjoy reading your thoughts on a story, and thank you for the
insights you give me.
Thank you to all my family, who
put up with a wife/mum/daughter/sister who disappears for hours on end, last
seen bent over a laptop and furtively typing. Hopefully this book will prove I
really am writing, not just inanely surfing the information super-highway.
Although I have to admit, I do that, too.
To my online friends, and those
who are members of the Fix You Facebook group, you all put a smile on my face
every morning and keep it there throughout the day. I couldn’t do this without
you guys. Thank you for always being there. I wish I could name you all, but
that would take another chapter.
Special mention to all the
bloggers who supported my last book—Halfway Hidden—and are already proving
great support to this one, too. You’re a writer’s best friend, and I truly
appreciate all the hard work you put into your blogs. You guys rock. Dani from
JustBookedBlog arranged the blog tour for Fix You, and she did it with
professionalism and panache. I truly appreciate her hard work.
Finally, thank you for buying
this book. I truly hope you enjoyed it. If you did, I would be grateful if you
would leave a review on Good Reads or Amazon. It’s incredibly helpful for me,
and will hopefully help others find their way to this story.
