Did she still want him? That was the question and it wasn't as easy for Michelle to answer truthfully as she wanted it to be. At least, the answer wasn't exactly the same as she wanted it to be. Did she want him? Yes, of course she did. But the fact was that her sex drive felt like it had been dormant for so long that it had rusted and been overtaken by cobwebs. She wanted to make Luke feel good, she wanted to feel good herself, and she remembered how that used to be between them. But getting it started wasn't as easy, mentally, as it was supposed to be.

Michelle brushed her lips over his mouth and eased her fingers over his chest, fingering the button on his shirt until it popped open. She gave the rocking basket another glance, wondering if little Benjamin would be emotionally scarred if he woke up and saw his parents naked together nearby. He was three months old. She supposed he wouldn't even notice. Even if he happened to see something through the tiny gaps in the basket weave, he would probably only see her boobs and think it was time to eat.

Turning back to Luke, Michelle slipped her hand down to cover the front of his trousers. "Luke," she murmured. "Get your wand."


image