Leaning the seat of his pants against the counter's edge, Oliver looked over his wife toe to head, hunger in his eyes. And not the sort that came from his stomach (which too, was still hungry). 'I don't know how, but that was incredibly sexy, what you just said.
'Sort of want to throw you over the table and just shag you now.' Unfortunately, that was just a thought because Oliver's shoulder was still too fragile for rough, playful sex. Though he really wanted it just now. 'Are you sure you're ready?' he asked more seriously. 'S'a big commitment. And as much as I want children with you someday, I don't mind waiting if you're not ready.'