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‘Hmm,’ said Charlie. ‘Suppose now’s not the ideal time to ask you the same question?’
‘You willneverask me that question,’ said Willow. She smacked him lightly on the head. ‘Because youknowthe bloody answer!’
Charlie reached up, stroked her hair, caressed the side of her face, and ran his thumb lightly over her lips.
‘I love you, Willow Taylor,’ he said. ‘I can’t believe you waited for me, but I’m so,sograteful that you did.’
Willow kissed him. ‘I love you, too, Charlie McKay.’
Then she slid her hand lightly down over his firm abs, feeling them twitch with desire beneath her touch, and met his erection as it rose to greet her.
‘Now, considering howlongI’ve been waiting,’ Willow told him.’ I think you’d better startseriouslymaking up for lost time.’
Chapter Nineteen
They stayed mostly in bed for the rest of the weekend. In between, they ordered food deliveries and lay on the blue couch and watched old series ofTaskmaster. Willow had a bath. It took ages to fill but it was worth it. Charlie managed to fit in there with her, but he didn’t stay long as he was up at the end with the plug, which was poking him, in his words, ‘right in the butt and not in a good way’. He helped dry her, though, and then took her back to bed and made her all sweaty again. Willow lost count of the number of orgasms. She was in a blissful haze, occasionally pinching herself just in case she’d been wrong about it being a dream.
After a while, the sex stopped being urgent and became ridiculously lazy. Sunday afternoon saw them both lying on their backs, legs entwined in a way that gave Charlie access but required them both to do nothing but slowly move against each other.
‘Is this what Tantric sex is supposed to be like?’ Charlie murmured.
‘I know nothing about Tantric sex,’ said Willow. ‘And I’m happy to keep it that way.’
She guided his hand from her breast down to where it was needed, and he brought her to a languorous climax. Willow waited for his to follow, but it didn’t. She turned her head and saw he had his eyes shut.
‘I can’t be bothered,’ he said, sensing her question. ‘Too much effort.’
‘Want me to help?’
‘I honestly think it’s worn out,’ he said. ‘Just let it rest where it is. Like a squirrel curled up in its warm, cosy tree hole.’
‘Charlie!’ Willow protested with a laugh. ‘Ilikesquirrels, but that image isbad.’
He opened one eye and grinned at her. ‘Admit it – you’ve missed my sense of humour.’
Willow gave him a look. ‘Get your squirrel out of my tree hole, Charlie. One way or another.’
Charlie chose the most pleasurable way and sank back into the pillows.
‘That’s it,’ he said. ‘I’m spent. I’m a husk.’
‘You’re an idiot,’ said Willow.
Charlie turned his head and kissed her shoulder. ‘But you love me.’
‘I do,’ said Willow. ‘MaybeI’mthe idiot?’
Charlie didn’t respond. Willow knew him well enough to tell his good mood had turned, and he’d become thoughtful. She didn’t have the energy to try and anticipate what he’d say next, so she lay there until he was ready.
‘You haven’t asked me anything about what I’ve been up to,’ he said. ‘Not one question.’
‘Because you said you couldn’t tell me yet,’ Willow pointed out. ‘And I agreed to wait.’
There was a pause. ‘If I were you, I would have.’
‘Good thing I’mme, then,’ said Willow, with a hint of impatience.
She turned her head, too, so they were nose to nose. ‘Do youwantme to ask you a question?’
