Page 63 of Once Upon a Holidate
“I went to see Joylyn, to tell her what was happening. She said she didn’t care and shut the door in my face.”
She put her head on his shoulder. “Does knowing why she acted like that help?”
“Some, but it doesn’t make up for everything we missed together.”
“The road ahead is going to be a little bumpy at times, but you two have made progress. Give her some time to let it all sink in. You’re going to be a grandpa. You can start new rituals together.”
He stared at her. “Holy crap. I’m going to be a grandfather. That makes me feel old.”
“If it helps, you still look good.”
“I’m thirty-eight and I’m going to be a grandfather. How could I not have figured that out before?”
“It is surprising. The big belly bump should have been a clue.”
“Smart-ass.”
She grinned. “Uh-huh. Pretty much all the time.”
“I’m not complaining. I like it. I have a list of things I like about you.”
Before she could do much more than get all tingly from thecompliment, he leaned in and kissed her. The feel of his mouth—warm and just the tiniest bit demanding—made her melt into him. He put his hands on her hips and shifted her so she was straddling his lap. He broke the kiss and stared into her eyes.
“I’m very clear on the fact that your son is just down the hall and that he could walk in on us at any moment.”
He pushed down on her hips, settling the very center of her against his crotch. She was pleased to feel the hard ridge of an erection through his jeans.
“But,” he added, “a few minutes of making out might be nice.”
“I agree,” she said, rocking slightly against him.
Instantly his eyes dilated and his breath caught. “That could be dangerous.”
“It could.”
She bent her head and brushed her mouth against his. At the same time, she pulled his hands to her breasts. His fingers immediately found her tight nipples and rubbed them.
Heat flared everywhere before settling between her legs. She couldn’t help rubbing against him again, a little more frantically this time. He inhaled sharply and claimed her with a hot, deep kiss that stole her breath.
She wanted to strip off her clothes and have him touch her everywhere. She wanted him parting her legs and filling her until she had no option but to lose herself in a powerful orgasm that made her scream. She wanted touching and kissing and claiming and—
He drew back and swore. “We have to stop.”
He was right, of course, but still she wanted to protest.
“I want you,” she whispered.
His jaw clenched. “Tell me about it. I want you, too.”
“I’ll talk to Hunter about spending the night with a friend. Maybe this weekend.”
“That would be great. Better than great.”
She smiled and shifted off him. He rose.
“I should be going.”
She stood as well, then glanced at his crotch.
