Trying Not To Love You

Part Forty Five

Chapter Forty Five

She was a minx, bewitching; he’d never known anything like this. Sonny rolled to his side gasping for air, and some clarity as she was overwhelming his every sense, pulling Martha into his arms he looked down at her. She responded with a smile, a sexy one, and he groaned, “you are killing me here.”

She wriggled, her legs moving between his, breasts dragged against his chest, and her fingers grazed over his waist, her lips parted in the most suggestive expression.

Sonny felt his body respond, he’d wnated a sign that she loved him, well he got it, she had literally driven them both in carnage. He truly didn’t know where his body ended and hers began, he wondered whether part of her was inside him, she giggled, drawing him back into reality, and all he could do was groan again, “you are insatiable Miss Sullivan.”

She gave him a coy smile this time, “well, I’m learning from the man who never sleeps!”

Sonny laughed at that, pulling her towards him for a kiss, “I love you Martha.”

Grinning against his lips, she murmured, “I love you too.”

It was the greatest feeling, to feel the arms and legs of the woman who professed to you wrap around you, mouth, tongue and fingers teasing. It was everything Sonny had ever dreamed of and more.

                “I’m going to see Ethan this morning,” Martha breathed against Sonny’s cheek. She’d been woken by her alarm and wondered if she’d actually closed her eyes for more than a few minutes all night.

He nodded without opening his eyes.

                “I’m taking him to the National History Museum. Do you want to come?”

Sonny opened an eye, “do you want me disturbing your time with him?”

She shrugged, “he likes you...”

He rolled towards her, lifting his head and kissing her cheek, “then I’d love to.”

Martha managed to find pyjamas in the utility room, draped over the airer drying. Last night’s clothes at the breakfast table wouldn’t look good. She had to explain to her father before he found out, and after last night’s display in the pub, that had to be today, and this town had great jungle drums.  Sonny had disappeared upstairs for a shower, she decided to make some coffee, if they showered together they’d never get anywhere. She was perfecting the bacon for their sandwiches; she wanted to hit the road soon, when two arms encircled her from behind. She hadn’t heard Sonny enter the room, but her body instinctively responded to him.

                “Something smells wonderful,” he breathed, his lips on the soft skin of her neck.

                “Bacon!”

He shook his head, “you.”

She turned in his arms, “I haven’t even showered.”

He smiled as his lips descended to her, “you remind me of the last eight hours, you...champagne...and loving.”

With a giggle she leapt headlong into his kiss, lips joined, arms pulling each other close, her heart lurching against her chest as he managed to kiss her with such promise. Suddenly she remembered they were in her father’s kitchen and she pushed him away gently.