She ran a finger down the center of his chest, lighting a fire of desire with that simple move. “Very good thing, but your own stubbornness is how you ended up with five children.”
“That and my endlessly sexy wife who can turn me on with a fingertip after all this time together.”
“You’re a bit primed.” She ran that deadly fingertip over the length of his erection. “It’s been a while.”
“Eighty-two days, five hours and thirteen minutes.”
Maddie lost it laughing. “Are you for real right now?”
“Hundred percent for real.”
“You’re too much.”
“You always say that.”
“Well, it’s always true.”
He wanted her badly, but she was so tired by the end of every day with the kids that he’d never want to be one more thing she had to deal with. But if she kept running her finger up and down his shaft, he might not be responsible for what happened next.
“I love you, Madeline, love of my life, secret to all my happiness.”
“I love you, too, even when you’re counting the days without sex.”
“It’s only because I miss being close to you.”
“I sleep in your arms every night.”
“That’s almost close enough, but not quite.”
She could barely keep her eyes open, so he reached for the hand that was driving him crazy and curled his fingers around hers.
“Go to sleep, love. We’ll have thousands of days to make up for lost time.”
“I feel bad leaving you like that.”
“Don’t feel bad. Don’t ever feel bad for making all my dreams come true—even the ones I’d never dared to have before you crashed into me.”
“Ha. You crashed into me.”
“Best day of my life.”
“Mine, too, except for the blood and scabs.”
He held her close to him as he throbbed with the desire that was always present when she was around.
“We need a date night soon,” she said. “A whole night alone together.”
“We’ll make that happen.”
“Yes, please.”
Mac fell asleep thinking about how he could get a night alone with his beautiful wife before too much longer. With Adam’s babies coming home soon, the grandparents would be in hot demand, so he’d need to act fast to squeeze it in before his new nephews made their island debut.
Chapter 8
“What do you feel like doing?” Linc asked Monique as they left the Beachcomber, zipping their coats against the cold December breeze off the water. His only goal was to spend as much time with her as he could.
“What’s there to do?”
