Page 22 of Strawberry Moon
“I’m not? Your chat-up lines really need refining, Clem.”
I tap his nose reprovingly. “You’re none of those things, because what you are to me is Harry with the curls and the beautiful face. A man who is kind and a little bit lonely.”
“I’ve been told I’m too protective.”
“I think we all know you’ve been dating the wrong men since the dawn of time. You makemefeel safe and happy.” I wrap my arms around his strong torso. “Do you have anything to say?”
He shakes his head. “All my words have gone.”
“And what’s left?” I whisper.
“The need to kiss you.” His voice is hoarse and so sexy.
My eyes slide shut as I pull him to me. We groan as our lips touch.
He licks at my bottom lip tugging at it until I open my mouth and his tongue slides in. The kiss is deep and wet and my cock throbs demandingly. I tug at him and he comes over me willingly, pushing his way between my spread thighs and I moanlow in my throat as I feel the weight of his body and his hard cock against mine.
Then two things happen. There’s a loud knock at the door and I jerk away elbowing Harry hard in the throat as I go.
“Fuck,” he wheezes.
“Sorry. I’msosorry,” I whisper. “Have I hurt you?”
“I’m fine. I’ve just never been maimed in bed by my partner before.” He takes my hand that’s fluttering worriedly over his face and kisses it before taking it in his own. “Yes?” he calls.
“It’s me, darling,” his mum shouts. Her voice is merry and warm, but it hits me like a bucket of cold water.
I gasp and drag the covers up as if she’s going to force her way into the room. Harry smirks at me and rolls out of bed. He slides into his jeans, and I take the opportunity to ogle his body in the morning light.
He strides to the door, buttoning his jeans before throwing it open. “Morning.”
His mum grins up at him and then looks past him at me in the bed. “Good morning, darling,” she calls.
I pull the sheet a bit higher. “Morning,” I say in a squeaky voice.
She steps into the room. She’s wearing jeans and a light jumper, but my attention is on her long coat. I look out of the window at the brilliant sunshine and then raise my eyebrow at Harry.
He shrugs. “What’s up, Ma?”
“Oh, we’re going swimming, lovely. Are you two coming?”
“Swimming? Is there a pool near here?” I ask.
She blinks. “No, darling. In the sea.”
“Thesea?” I parrot.
Harry shakes his head. “And you were brought up in Cornwall?”
“Yes, I was, and I know enough to state that despite it being summer, the sea will still be bloody freezing.”
Holly laughs raucously. “That’s the charm of it.”
“Is it?”
She nods and settles cross-legged on the end of the bed. I grin at her. I like Harry’s mum. “Yes. It wakes you up.”
“So does coffee,” Harry points out. “I can’t believe that you and Dad do this every day of the year.”
