Trying Not To Love You

Part Eighty Three

Chapter Eighty Three

                “I really should be getting home. Imagine if Ethan wakes.” Martha stretched across the mattress, but Sonny wouldn’t release his hold on her, not yet. He wasn’t ready to let her go.

“It’s only half one.”

That was true, since he’d come back upstairs they’d spent the last three hours in bed, other than him disappearing to lock up for half an hour, and every moment had been amazing.

                “If I fall asleep here Carter I’ll NEVER wake up.”

He groaned biting at her collar bone, “I don’t want you to go.”

She lifted his chin to meet his eyes, “have no doubt that I feel the same way, but I have to go. You know that.” After a cherishing kiss she gave him a sad smile, “Lucy’s already guessed about you. Think she heard you leaving this morning.”

                “Tell her, then at least I can come to you.”

She sighed, “I don’t want anyone else interfering, not yet. It’s too soon.”

Swinging herself to sit on the edge of the bed, she searched for her clothes at the same time two hands reached around her to cup her breasts from behind, “five more minutes?” His breath against her spine sent tingles to her toes, as did the gentle caress of his fingers. With a groan of submission she allowed him to pull her back down to the mattress.

The next morning after dropping Ethan to school, Martha strolled into town, she’d had a barrage of texts from Sonny all morning and she was feeling adored. She almost had a skip in her step. As she reached the cafe, she looked at it longingly; the thought of a greasy breakfast really appealed, she’d not had an appetite earlier.

                “It’s bad for you!” A voice at her ear set her whole body off into goosebumps. Sonny.

Turning slowly, she smiled at the sight of him, a sleeveless running top and a pair of joggers, all hot and sweaty and glowing as he looked at her.

                “Everything’s good for you in moderation, you know that Carter.”

He grinned, “some things only suffice in excess.” Giving her a wink he stretched an arm above his head, groaning at the pressure in his triceps.

                “As I said earlier you are incorrigible.”

The smile he gave her was dazzling, “can I come to yours for lunch? Paul’s working for me; I’ve got to go to the warehouse. But I can be really quick there.”

She paused for a moment purposely deliberated knowing that would drive him mad, “not sure I’ll be there, I’m quite busy.”

Lifting an eyebrow he gave a little laugh, “there was me thinking you were bored being out of work.”

                “Well I’m looking for work, but if you are lucky you might catch me serving left over lasagne and salad about half twelve...when Aunt Lucy is in Northbury.”

He made a vomiting gesture, “leftovers and rabbit food? What do you take me for?”

Grinning she turned away from him throwing “firstly I’ll be home alone.” That made his eyes widen, “and secondly, it’s hardly leftovers, the lasagne is amazing, a special recipe given to me by Marco, my father’s old chef.”