“Helga is waiting for me,” I say with a giggle as Anders trails gentle kisses down my neck. I’m trying my very best to make breakfast for him, but he’s not making it easy.
“There’s no baby to deliver right now,” he tells me, his hands finding my hips and pulling me back into him.
I can’t help but giggle at him. I love this man. “And when your breakfast is burned?”
“It will have been worth it,” he whispers in my ear, his breath tickling me.
His hands lift the end of my dress and I give into what my body craves, pulling the pot from the heat so that hopefully it won’t burn. He’s right. There’s no immediate need at Helga’s. She was going to try to teach me about mushrooms. Having my husband buried inside of me- that sounds so much better.
“Oh, my Ellie,” he says, pulling us aw
