Page 53 of Santa Baby Maybe
She slumped against me. Her whole body leaning into me this time. “I think I really like you.”
I sighed and wrapped her in my arms. “Yeah, I think I really like you, too.”
Which really didn’t cover a fraction of my feelings, but anything else might scare her. The last thing she needed on her plate was more to worry about. So I did what I normally do and I came up with a plan.
“Here’s what’s going to happen. First, I’m going to show you what making out really means. Then, when the power comes on, we’re going to find the nearest drugstore and buy a couple of tests. And no matter the results, we’ll work through it together.”
“You said you wanted kids,” she said quietly, but with her face pressed into my chest I had a hard time knowing how she meant it. So I answered honestly.
“I did. I do. I want a bunch of them. I wanted to give them everything I didn’t have and I want to be kid again with them. I want to go to water parks and play catch outside and tell them silly dad jokes all day long.”
She lifted her head, and again her eyes narrowed. “You know dad jokes?”
I considered that. “No.”
“Do you know any jokes?”
There was a dirty one about a golf instructor teaching a wife to putt by showing him how she holds her husband’s dick, but I didn’t think that was what she meant.
“Not really.”
“But you would learn some. For your kids.”
Her face softened, and when it did something inside me softened too. Like we were both seeing each other with new eyes. She wasn’t a reminder of my mom. And I wasn’t the stiff asshole who couldn’t handle a porn ornament presentation. We were just two people who really liked each other.
“You said something about teaching me what making out really is?” she asked a little breathlessly.
“Yes,” I muttered, now focusing on her mouth. “But only if you let me get to second base in the process.”
Her lips twitched. “That’s pretty bold considering we’re only fifty feet from a room filled with our coworkers.”
“We’ll be quiet,” I assured her. “I’ll swallow your moans.”
“Oh? Now you think you’re going to make me—?”
I didn’t give her a chance to say another word before I captured her mouth. And just like that, the feel of her mouth under mine brought a rush of heat. Except it was more than that; there was this strange sense of relief. Like I’d been losing her for weeks. Only now I was bringing her back to me. She was here. She was mine.
And she might be carrying my baby.
A fierce wave of protectiveness came over me. Carefully, I pulled her into my lap, loving the feeling of her arms going around my neck. The way she was embracing me, holding me. I had this crazy thought that I hoped the power never came back on, that the doors never opened. That we would be here together in this elevator, just the two of us, forever.
Her full breasts pressed against my chest and I sucked her tongue into my mouth. That’s right. All of this was mine. Her lusciousness, her taste. The way she gave me every part of herself without holding back.
I had a chance at this. I had this slim hope she’d actually forgiven me and that all this warmth and heat could be mine every day.
She pulled away from me and we both panted for air, our foreheads pressed together.
“We should stop,” she said against my mouth.
Except I didn’t want to stop. I only wanted more. All of it. All of her.
“I have a better idea,” I said, swinging her legs off my lap so I could stand. I offered a hand down to her and pulled her up. Clearly confused.
“Do you know something I don’t know about those doors about to open?”
“The doors aren’t going to open. When the power comes back on we’ll just keep descending to the lobby, which will give us ample warning time.”
Her brow furrowed even as I assessed her dress. The top was formfitting, revealing every curve, but the skirt could easily be hiked her to waist.
