Felicity couldhear the mischief in his tone.
‘So I thought what better way to fill that time than to come home and ravish my lovely wife.’
‘Ha!’ The words made her giggle despite her predicament.Now? Really?Felicity couldn’t believe it. Pete was being spontaneous, sexy, funny and bloody lovely, and he couldn’t have picked a worse time.
‘So come on, wife, get yourself out here. Or shall I comein?’
She heard him touch the handle.Please, don’t open it!
‘No! I’m … well …’ She needed to think of a distraction. ‘You make us a tea and I’ll be out by the time you’re done.’ Felicity wondered if she could have said anything less spontaneous and sexy if she tried.
‘It’s not quite the response I was after, but—’
‘I’ve got one started,’ she added, thinking Pete must think shehad gone mad. Before their trip to Barbados, she had spent months attempting to spice up their love life, since then her appetite for sex had been insatiable, and now she was asking him to pop and make her a cup of tea when he was standing at the bathroom door offering to ravish her.
‘OK.’
She heard Pete’s footsteps disappear downstairs and attempted to relax enough to do the test. Thankingthe fact she had drunk a glass of water, she put the cap on the stick and washed her hands. One minute. One minute was all she needed. The hands of her watch seemed to move painstakingly slowly. While she waited for the minute to tick by, she straightened her clothes, looked at herself in the mirror, brushed her hair and rooted through the bin for a way to hide the evidence.
As a minute wasup, she braced herself and looked.
Oh God!The air escaped her. ‘Now what?’ She looked back at the instructions, comparing the result to the pictures. She tried tilting her head and squinting.
‘Right, I’m back.’
Felicity jumped at the sound of Pete’s voice.
‘Your tea is here, and if you don’t get out here, then I’m definitely coming in!’
She hurriedly put the test and instructionsback in the box. She took the lid off the empty shampoo bottle she’d found and squashed all of the evidence inside before putting it back in the bin. She washed her hands and opened the door. Her mind was a muddle, but there was nothing she could do right now. Her head already hurt from overthinking everything through the night. She took a breath.
Pete was standing before her, he was wearinghis work boots – a thing she’d normally complain about him doing indoors – but with his well-worn work jeans and muscle-hugging T-shirt, the overall look was bloody sexy. The desire she saw in his eyes made her smile as he tugged her closer. Wrapping his arms around her, his lips met hers, and all thoughts of the test slipped from her mind.
Kissing, properly kissing, was something they’d rediscoveredin Barbados. Before that, it had been a long time since Felicity had felt the desire that spread through her body when she was thoroughly kissed. Feeling the hunger in the kisses from the man she loved, his need for her becoming more urgent as his tongue explored her mouth, was something she’d missed without even knowing it. She had forgotten how it awoke feelings deep inside. How it causedher body to react.
Pete walked her, still in his arms, through to the bedroom, and she could feel how much she wanted him – needed him. As the backs of her legs reached the bed, they paused. Pete stepped back, and she missed the feel of his lips on hers and his arms around her. He smiled, a wicked smile, the glint in his darkened eyes clear as he traced his hands down her body, brushing overher breasts, causing her to want more. His hands moved to her jeans while he kissed gently around her neck before making his kisses deeper. She tipped her head back and moved her hands round his back, feeling the flex in his firm muscles honed from manual labour. Goosebumps spread across her enlivened body.
Over his shoulder, Felicity spotted her ransacked wardrobe still open. She closed hereyes, not wanting any distractions. Her breathing grew deeper, and the rise and fall of her chest as Pete undid her jeans and slid his hands to her bottom made her breasts strain at the material of her bra and ache to be touched. He stooped to remove her jeans before sliding his hands upwards and removing her T-shirt; the teasing brush of his hands on her body caused a groan to escape her.
Pete met her gaze and offered a wickedly promise-filled smile before tracing kisses down her body. She moved her hands into his auburn hair, tugging as desire took hold of her and she felt her need for him increase. Standing on shaky legs, she luxuriated in the touch of his mouth on her body.
Sliding back on to and up the bed, she tugged his clothes, pulling him with her as she removed hisT-shirt at the same time. Deftly she undid his jeans as her legs wrapped round him. She heard his boots thud to the floor. Feeling the weight of him pressed against her urged her to want more. To feel him closer. Deeper. All of him. She felt his breathing grow ragged. Her mind was lost to him and the moment. It didn’t matter what the test said, it didn’t matter what the future held, the only thingthat mattered was the fact she loved Pete Willis and at that very moment in time he was causing sensations to cascade wildly through her body.
As they lay, sometime later, side by side on the bed, their breathing recovering, Pete wrapped Felicity in his arms and kissed the top of her head. ‘Do you feel thoroughly ravished, wife?’
Felicity laughed. ‘I do.’ She leaned up on his chest andlooked into his eyes. ‘But I am regretting letting you watchPoldarkwith me. Ravished! What are you like?’
Pete laughed and kissed her again before grabbing Felicity’s arm and looking at her watch. ‘Bugger me, look at the time.’
‘What? Are you late?’ Felicity sat up as Pete moved down the bed, pulling his clothes back on.
‘It’s not that. Mum’s coming. She’s being dropped off. She’llbe here any minute.’
‘What? Why?’
Pete wrestled his way back in to his T-shirt. ‘To stay.’
‘What?’ Felicity felt the warm afterglow of sex dissipate as quickly as if somebody had thrown a bucket of ice water over her.
