I Can't Ever Get Enough Of You
Part 3
Karen H.

It's amazing how sidetracked one can get, the intention is to do one thing, but one always end up getting caught up doing something else. I entered our bedroom with the intention of going straight into the bathroom for a shower, but one look at our dishevelled bed made me stop and smile.

It's only been about thirty minutes since we were fooling around, but God, I miss his touch already. The way his hands move over my body, lightly at first, barely touching, then his hands moved with more urgency, as though he was trying to permanently etch his touch and the path it took on my skin.

As I pick up the discarded clothes from earlier and move towards the closet, I feel the tingle I get when his lips touch me: my ankle, my thigh, around my naval - - my lips. I can even smell him off of my clothes. Just as I close the door I feel his breathe on my cheek and he wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

"I thought you were going in for a shower?"

I inhale his scent again before answering. "Mmhm. Just wanted to put a few things away so they weren't laying around.”

He pulls my hair to one side and starts to nip at my collarbone. "Maybe we should change the dinner menu!" I feel the vibrations from his words against my skin.

"Would the head chef really allow for such changes?" I ask placing my hands over his.

"For you? Anything."

"Anything?" I ask seductively, pulling slightly at his arms so he'll loosen his grip on my waist. He raises his head and I turn my body, still locked in his embrace. I reach up and gently suck on his bottom lip for a second. "I think the chef should stick to what he has planned!"

"Aw, no fair." He groans.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to skip a meal?"

"Maybe." He says shrugging his shoulders. "But as a child it is one's duty to rebel. I remember a time when I was more inclined to go for dessert first." As he finishes he starts to nibble on my ear, while his hands rest at the top of my ass.

"But you are not a child anymore!"

"I seem to recall noticing you aren't one either." He whispers in my ear.

I whisper. "Dawson."

"Hmmm." He musses.

"Why are you whispering? It's not like anyone will hear you." I whisper back to him. "You're mom is outside and speaking of Gale, aren't you glad we never gave her a key to the house?"

He stops what he is doing to look at me. "We, Joey?"

"Yes!"

"It was your idea." He says in disbelief. "Which I vetoed."

"Okay, it was my idea." I concede as I roll my eyes at him. "But…"

"Shhh." He says against my lips. "Why do you think I said 'no'?"

I kiss him back, our lips moving in time to the beating of our hearts. I wrap my arms around his neck and he moves his hands down to cup my ass. Then he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist.

"You know this can't go anywhere?" I ask him as we stop kissing and he looks at me with a devilish grin. "Your mom will be back any minute."

"So..?"

I roll my eyes at him. "And if she sees us like this…mmm." He's started to kiss a trail down to my neck from my ear. "...or in any further state of undress, your embarrassment level will go through the roof!"

"Is that so?"

"Well unless your mother catching us is a turn on and..."

He cuts in, the grin before now gone and replaced by a mock serious face. "Don't you dare even finish that!" He puts me back on my feet as he finishes.

"And you want to- ya know?" I finish anyway, cocking an eyebrow at him suggestively, taking a step backwards away from him.

"Oh you are so asking for it now!" He replies grabbing the belt of my bathrobe, pulling me back to him.

He kisses me hard for a few seconds but the kiss becomes more intense, yet soft and lingering. I move my hands up his back before lightly cupping his face.

My bathrobe has now loosened a little allowing his hands to move inside, allowing us both to revel in the feel of each other's skin again. He traces the outline of my lips with his tongue and just as I part my lips to allow its entrance to my mouth I hear someone clear their throat behind Dawson.

We both know who it is before or lips part.

"Hey Gale." I say with an embarrassed smile, glancing towards the door as he moves his hands from inside my robe and I mentally curse Gale for interrupting. Damn her timing.

I glance up at Dawson's face and it is a picture. Wow, I never want to forget this, so damn cute. He has his eyes closed tightly, so tight they may need to be pried open, and he lets out a light chuckle. I'd probably swoon from that sound if I weren't already so taken by how cute his embarrassment is.

He whispers. "Tell me she didn't catch us again!"

I laugh. "Fine, she didn't catch us again." I whisper as I rest my head on his chest, unable to control the laughing. I knew this was going to happen, I'd say I told him so, but I can't because of the laughter.

“You really have nothing to laugh about!” He whispers as he pinches my ass, only making me laugh more.

"Someone can't keep their hands to themselves for a little while, huh?"

"Mom!" He says and I look up to see his eyes are now open and his face is redder than before.

"I'm just gonna go get the rest of Ana's things together and leave you two to um…” I lean up and brush my lips against his. “…discuss...whatever." I just really need to leave the room otherwise I'll never stop laughing.

As I exit the room, I pass Gail, who has an amused look on her face. "I thought the shower was that way!" She says pointing to the bathroom. I stick my tongue out at her. "I'm going to say 'bye' to my daughter." I finish and she just laughs as she looks at Dawson who has not even budged from where he stands.

"Nice to see I still know how to embarrass you Dawson." I hear Gale say before I enter the nursery to say goodbye to Anastacia.

I walk to where she is sleeping and she just looks so cute, she's sucking her thumb again. So precious. She has light blonde hair, much like her dad as a child. And her eyes...that same sparkling blue he has.

I take a quick glance around the nursery, the thought crossing my mind that maybe it's about time we re-decorated this room. It's looked the same since I was five months pregnant. Maybe it's time for a change.

It feels like so long ago, so much change in such little time.

I look back down at Ana and she's awake now, her big expressive eyes watching me as she flashes me a big dimply smile, making me smile in return. It's true what they say, smiles are contagious.

"How's momma's big girl?" I ask her as I reach down and pick her up, carrying her on my hip as I walk over to the rocking chair. "I guess you aren't so tired anymore?" She starts to lace her fingers through my hair as I sit down. "No you're not. Daddy was more worn out than Mommy's precious baby."

She's flashing that killer smile again, God, my daughter is gonna break a few hearts. Ana makes this gurgling noise as she tries to chew on my hair before making this 'ew' face and sticking her tongue out, wiping her tongue with her fingers.

"I guess Mommy's hair isn't very tasty!" She shakes her head and I assume she is agreeing with me.

I hum to her as I start to rock us back and forth, which has become a habit for us since the day Dawson brought us home from the hospital.

"I still remember the day I brought you home." I tell her my lips grazing her forehead. "Daddy Dawson had made a few personal touches to this room before picking us up and bringing us home. He added pictures of when we were kids and then pictures of you and me from the days just after you were born. After seeing them I clapped eyes on this rocking chair and thought it was such a sweet gift from daddy, I gave him a big sloppy kiss and surprised him. I was surprised too...surprised he never sank to the floor." I smile. "Only took him about five minutes to tell me it was a gift from Grams." I chuckle. "Oh your father will not know what has hit him when you are a little older." I add as she flashes her big smile at me again. She’s such a smiley baby.

"He is going to be so wrapped around your little finger." We just continue to sit there for a little while longer, making faces at each other as I hum to her some more.

"Are you withholding my granddaughter from me?" Gale asks entering the room. "I've been here for how long and I've had to come find my precious by myself?" She crouches down in front of us. "Sure that is not good enough Miss Ana? No, we'll just have to punish Mommy and Daddy later for keeping us apart!"

I laugh. "You know, Gale, I always thought that Dawson got his devious side from his father, I may have been mistaken."

"Oh no." Gale shakes her head. "He is right up there with Mitch, I could never take credit for that!"

"Take credit for what?" Dawson asks entering the room now wearing a pair of jeans and holding his camera in one of his hands.

"You being devious!" Gale tells him.

"Me?" He asks, playing the innocent so well. It's the quiet ones you have to watch after all.

"Yes you!" I tell him, eyeing the camera. "I guess it's one of those times again, right Dawson?"

"One of those mother and daughter picture times?" He asks before nodding his head. "Pretty much, yeah."

"You know I'm starting to think that's just an excuse to photograph our daughter. She's going to end up developing some phobia of cameras."

"It's just my excuse to photograph you!" I'd add a comment about how cheesy that line was but Gale speaks before I do.

"What about a Mommy, Daddy, and daughter picture?"

"I prefer looking at pictures of my girls!"

I laugh as Gale glares at her son.

"You're one of my girls, Mom."

"Too late Dawson, I am mortally wounded now."

"How about I make a deal with you. You take a picture of me, Joey and Ana, and then I'll take a picture of you three?"

She glares at him for a moment longer before standing, her face softening. "Okay, you've convinced me." She says, as he hands her the camera.

"Boys and their toys." I voice as Dawson moves behind the rocking chair. "There are times when it seems you are more attached to that camera than you are to me." I pout as he touches my arm.

"Oh you know that's not true." He tells me as I turn slightly to face him and he leans towards me kissing my nose as we hear the noise of the camera taking a picture. We both turn to look at Gale.

"What?" She asks. "I couldn't resist, everyone should have more pictures of the really tender moments. You know, those little timeless moments? Okay, now it's time for the official picture."

My only thoughts as he lightly strokes my wrist and I smile and wait for the new picture to be taken, and how much I love this family and how much I love being married to this guy.

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