Page 31 of Wanting Happily Ever After

She looked at him with heavily lidded eyes full of need.

“Do you want this?”

Her response was to take a half step back so she had space to unbutton her own shorts and slide them, along with her panties, to the floor.

She stood before him, completely naked, and it took every single ounce of self-control that he could muster to keep from jumping on her. Never in his life had he seen such a gorgeous woman and she was here, in front of him, offering herself to him.

He shed himself of his swim trunks, his own need strong and proud standing at attention between his legs.

Brody swallowed hard and counted to three in his head before reaching for her.

Sarah closed her eyes as he cupped her cheek with his hand. She leaned into his touch as he stroked a gentle circle on the soft skin, before slowly sliding his hand down the length of her. When he reached her waist, he pulled her to him and kissed her again. This time with nothing between them.

It was his turn to moan when he felt her, wet with desire against him.

As gently as he could, Brody backed her up until Sarah was lying on the couch with him hovering over her. Her legs spread, and his throbbing cock pressed up against her entrance when he stopped.

Shit.

He didn’t have a condom.

Reading his mind, Sarah reached around him and pressed him toward her. “It’s okay,” she murmured. “I’m on the Pill.”

He didn’t question it as his body and the need raging through him took over. He was looking directly into her deep eyes as he finally slid inside her, so he didn’t miss the flash of passion reflected back at him. And he also didn’t miss the tear that slipped down her cheek moments later as her orgasm crested, and she cried out her release.

ChapterNine

She was at the lake.The wind blew her hair off her face because it was cold. Not quite summer yet, but a beautiful spring day and they’d gone to the beach for a picnic.

Sarah turned to see Josh where she’d left him on the blanket with the baby while she went for a short walk. She’d told him she was looking for crocuses, but in truth, she’d needed a minute alone. Because she knew if she sat there with him, playing happy family for even one more second, she thought she might burst. And that wasn’t fair.

Nothing felt fair anymore.

Especially not the conversation she was about to have with her husband. That, more than anything else, didn’t feel fair to anyone.

“Hey!” Josh looked up from the blanket where he was lying on his side, propped up on one elbow, dangling a toy over their infant daughter. “How was your walk? Did you find any crocuses? They were your mom’s favorite, weren’t they?”

A pang of guilt hit her in the chest.He knew what her mother’s favorite flower had been.Even though she’d died when Sarah herself was only a toddler, her husband knew what her favorite flower had been.

That was love.

She forced a smile and shook her head. “No,” she said. “No crocuses.”

“Too bad.” Josh sat up. “Come sit. Let’s have those strudels I brought from Sweetie Pies. I know the cherry is your favorite.”

More guilt.

Of course he knew what her favorite dessert was. They’d been together since they were seventeen. They knew everything about each other. They were best friends.

Best friends.

And that was the problem.

With a sigh, Sarah settled across from her husband on the blanket and crossed her legs. “We need to talk.”

His handsome face changed in an instant. The topic of conversation couldn’t have been a surprise; she’d brought it up more than once in the last few months. But each time she mentioned it, Josh changed the subject or made light of it and laughed it off. But Sarah wouldn’t let him do that today. She couldn’t. Because every day that went by that they didn’t talk, she was growing more and more unhappy.

“Now is not the time.” Josh crossed his arms. “We’re having a good day, Sarah. Don’t ruin it with this nonsense.”

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