The End Where I Begin (Book Four of the Glen Power Series)

Chapter 27

Mark's little stunt doesn't go without it's effects. No matter how much I try and push it away, the moment keeps replaying in my mind. On a constant loop, my heart flutters as I remember his hands on my hips. The feel of his breath on my neck. The smooth sound of his voice as it sang such honest words into my ear...

It was deliberate. Deliberate and completely spitefully. He knew that it would mess with my head. He knew that I wouldn't be able to stop thinking about him once it was done. And the fact that he walked away made it even worse. Not lingering to see the results of his actions was a smart move on his part. He didn't see just how fucked up I've become.

Glen remains oblivious. That's at least one good thing that's come out of this. My university degree has finally come in use as I act like nothing has happened. And he's too engulfed in his happy little bubble to even sense that anything is wrong. That's the way it needs to be. He doesn't deserve any more pain. His heart can't take any more.

So I'll take it all.

His kiss on my jaw drags me out of these horrible thoughts. I'd almost forgotten that we were huddled up together on the settee, watching some irrelevant film. I giggle nervously as his lips wander to my neck, tilting my head slightly to give him better access.

“You're the one who wanted to put this film on in the first place, baby,” I purr softly. He grunts against me and I chuckle as his hands start moving along my leg. “I didn't even want to watch Die Another Day. I don't even like it!”

“Distracted,” is the mumble I get in response. His teeth nip against my sensitive spot and I can't stop the groan from escaping.

“Haven't I tired you out enough?” I manage to force out. His hum vibrates against my shoulder as his lips move further down, his fingers gently pushing my top out of the way. “I don't want to...shit...don't want to make you...”

“Shut up.”

The lust in his voice makes my heart pound in my chest. It's not often these days that he initiates sex. It's always my raging hormones. So to have him want me like this is just...

I pull his face up, capturing his lips with my own. He grunts in approval, digging his nails into my thigh before tugging on my jeans. I regret our decision to get dressed today. In the heat of the moment, we occasionally fumble with zips and buttons. And although the anticipation can make it all the sweeter, today is not one of those days.

I swing my leg over him, pushing him back against the arm of the settee. His grin against my lips is perfect, forcing me to pull back and stare at him for a second. I don't often get to see this look properly any more. I'm always to caught up in the rush of hormones to appreciate just how adorable his 'turned on face' looks.

I watch as his face softens under my gaze. The slight aggression disappears, replaced with adoration and happiness. But the darkness in his eyes doesn't fade. The flush of his cheeks doesn't lessen. And that's when I know that I want this to be slow. That this isn't my hormones. This is real.

He catches the underneath of my chin with his thumb, bringing me back to his lips. I sigh happily, enjoying the feel of his hands as they run over my back. My fists bunch up in his shirt as his fingers delicately push under my top, squeaking with glee as I feel him pushing up underneath me. This makes him grin again and move his fingers to gently tickle my stomach. Our little ones kick up at his touch and he hums happily. After the initial shock of feeling them kick for the first time a couple of days ago, he does whatever he can to try and encourage them to move. He's going to be such a great dad...

He pushes me up again, trailing soft kisses down my neck again. I bury my hands into his hair, letting myself become overcome with these sensations that he's bringing to me. I've missed this. I've missed this so much...