Page 489 of Hell Hath No Fury
“And, baby?”
I turned back to face him. “Yeah?”
“If you change your mind, at any point tonight… it’s okay.”
I let out a quiet snort. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure that won’t happen.”
“No?”
“No. I’ve got some serious restless bean syndrome going on.”
He burst out laughing. “Jesus, woman, get your ass outta here before we run the risk of traumatizin’ your kid.”
I gave him one more kiss, then went to check on the roast.
By six o’clock, Harm had finished installing the security system, he and I had eaten, and Briggs hadjustwalked out the door.
“Oh, my god, I thought he’dneverleave,” I said in frustration, setting the leftovers in the fridge.
Harm chuckled, loading the dishwasher. “Take a breath, Bryn. He might come back.”
“Oh, I didn’t even think about that.” I shook out my hands. “Lordy, I’m not good at this. I don’t know what I’m doing, Harm.”
“You don’t need to know what you’re doin’, honey. I got you.” He settled a hand on my hip. “And we can wait if you’re feelin’ overwhelmed.”
“I don’t want to wait,” I growled. “I want to do something I’ve never done before. I want to do something sinful.”
“Need to make sure you bein’ with me isn’t just some sort of act of spiritual rebellion.”
I blinked up at him. “Considering the fact I’ve never done anything like this before, I honestly don’t know.”
He released me with a frown. “Right, well, you need to figure that out before we move to the next level, Bryn.”
“Isn’t the next level some sexual relief?”
“Is that what it is for you?” he challenged.
“Wait, what just happened?” I asked. “Are we having sex, or aren’t we?”
“Well, that depends.” He raised an eyebrow and closed the dishwasher. “Am I your boy toy or are we moving in the direction of an actual relationship?”
“You want a relationship?” I asked.
“Baby, what do you think I’m doin’ here?”
“Putting aside the age difference, don’t you want kids?”
He crossed his arms. “I want you.”
I let out a quiet huff. “That didn’t answer my question.”
“I want you more than I want kids.”
“But you’ve always wanted kids of your own, right?” I asked.
“Well, yeah, I guess.”
“Harm, I don’t know if I want more kids,” I admitted. “Pregnancy was really tough for me and then I was essentially a single parent with both kids. I had no support.”
