Page 90 of Once Upon a Holidate
“I’m sure that’s true.”
“Would you like some company after Hunter leaves?”
Their gazes locked. “I would like that very much.”
His slow sexy smile made her stomach lurch and her thighs tremble.
“Good. I’ll walk out with Hunter,” he said. “And be back in a few minutes.”
“You don’t have to leave.”
He glanced toward the hallway, then spoke with a lowered voice. “I do unless you have condoms.”
“Oh. I, ah, don’t, actually.”
Hunter appeared in the living room, a backpack over his shoulder.
“I have my school stuff, Mom. Jackson’s mom will take us tomorrow when it’s time.”
She got up and hugged him. “Be good.”
“I will.”
“I should be going, too,” Garrick said, standing.
He and Hunter headed out together. Wynn watched her son go down three houses, then cross the street and enter Jackson’s house. When the door closed behind him, she turned around, wondering what she should do to get ready. Brush her teeth, but then what? Should she put on something sexy? Did she own anything sexy?
She went into the master bath and brushed her teeth, then turned on the lamps on the nightstands and folded down the comforter. Not sure what else to do, she returned to the living room just as Garrick knocked on the front door.
She let him in.
“You’re not holding anything,” she said.
He pulled several condoms out of his front pocket. “I didn’t think you wanted the world to know what I’d brought over.”
She smiled. “An excellent point. Hunter’s at Jackson’s house.”
“I saw.”
She hesitated, not sure what to do now. Did they talk some more? Just get to it? And if it was the latter, did she initiate things?
Thankfully Garrick didn’t seem to have the same concerns. He raised his hand to touch her cheek. “You are so beautiful.”
He kissed her lightly, then took her hand and started toward the bedroom.
Once inside, Wynn made sure the door was locked before turning to Garrick. In that brief second before he reached forher, she wondered if things were going to turn awkward or if he would start to have second thoughts about wanting to make love with her.
But before she could ask or really get her worry going, he was pulling her hard against him.
“I have been dreaming about this,” he said right before he kissed her. At the same time, he dropped his hands to her butt and squeezed the curves. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his, delighted to feel his arousal.
He swept his tongue against her bottom lip, and she parted for him. At the same time, he unfastened her jeans and slid down the zipper. She had no idea what he was going to do, but as long as he was touching her, she was happy.
Once her jeans were loose, he returned his attention to her butt, this time slipping in under her jeans and panties, his fingers squeezing bare skin.
“I love your ass,” he murmured against her mouth. “There’s just something about it. If you’re moving around a room, I’m always looking.”
“Why didn’t I ever notice?”
