Page 19 of Five Mistletoe Moments
“And it is Christmas,” she added as his lips touched hers. The kiss started gentle, then turned to blazing in a nanosecond. Just like on the beach, the sensations whipped through her and flared out to every part of her body. She moaned as her passions rose. And suddenly her body was shaking, and she came with soul-shattering intensity.
“I think I need to keep a supply of this stuff year-round,” he said, still placing fleeting kisses along her jaw and throat. Lifting her into his arms, he sat and cradled her in his arms.
Mia could barely move, but she stole another peek at the ring on her finger and smiled. She didn’t know how long they sat that way until Dwight’s phone rang. He got up and walked over to the dresser where he’d left it. While he spoke, she pulled out her own cell phone, snapped a picture of her hand and sent it in a text to Alana with the words:I said yes!A smile played around her mouth.I am so happy!She wanted to shout it to the world.
Chapter 7
The insistent buzzing filtered through Dwight’s mind and he blindly reached for his phone on the nightstand. Cracking one eye open, he checked the display, but saw nothing. The buzzing came back again and he finally realized it must be Mia’s phone. He kissed her. “Babe, your phone’s ringing.”
“Five more minutes,” Mia mumbled and snuggled deeper into the pillows.
He shook her gently. “Mia, wake up. Your phone is ringing.”
She sat up abruptly, pushing her hair off her face. “What?”
“Your phone.”
“Oh.” She picked it up and flopped back down on the pillow. “Alana, it is barely nine in the morning. Somebody better be dying.” She jerked upright. “What?” she yelled. “What do you mean you’re at the airport?” She shook her head as if trying to clear it. “The airporthere?” Mia turned to Dwight, a mixture of surprise and annoyance on her face.
He raised a brow. Apparently, Alana was more concerned about Mia than either of them thought. “Does she need us to pick her up?”
“We can come get you,” she said, flipping the covers back and sliding off the bed. “She said she doesn’t need a ride.”
“Tell her you’ll text her my address.” Dwight listened as she relayed the information, then hung up and tossed the phone on the bed.
She let out a growl. “I am so going to hurt that girl. I can’t believe she hopped on a plane.” She paced back and forth. “Out here acting like I’m eleven, instead of thirty-one.”
He rolled off the bed and placed his hands on her shoulders. “Relax, sweetheart. Alana loves you. Good friends are hard to come by, so cut her some slack.”
“I know. I’m sorry. We’re supposed to go over to your parents’ house.”
He shrugged. “The more, the merrier. It won’t be a problem for her to join us.” Although, he was a little curious as to why the woman decided to fly up. “I thought you said she was good.”
“I sent her a picture of the ring last night. I’m sure that’s what did it.” Mia shook her head and ran a hand over her wild hair. “I guess I’m up now.”
Dwight laughed softly. “My baby is so not a morning person.”
“And she knows that better than anybody. She’s going to owe me big time for messing with my sleep,” she fussed as she snatched clothing and toiletries from her bag and stalked to the bathroom.
Smiling, he grabbed his own clothes and went to use one of the other bathrooms.
An hour later, the doorbell rang. He went to open the door and found not only Alana, but two other men standing with her, both scowling. It reminded him of the times he and Dwayne did the same to the guys trying to talk to Shelby. “I’m Dwight Albright. Please come in.” He stepped back so they could enter just as Mia appeared.
“Really, Alana. You brought Zaire and Marcel. Ugh, I can’t stand you right now. But just give my damn hug anyway.” She hugged each of them. “Dwight, this is my soon-to-be ex-best-friend-who-woke-me-from-my-slumber, Alana Black. The two mean-mugging you are her brothers, Marcel and Zaire. Zaire is her twin. Something y’all have in common.”
Dwight stuck out his hand. “Nice to meet you all.”
“Nice to meet you, too,” Alana said.
The brothers grumbled something that sounded like a greeting and Dwight smiled inwardly. “You all can come on back to the kitchen and I’ll fix some breakfast.”
“Nice house,” Marcel said as he propped a hip against the kitchen island and folded his arms. “What exactly do you do?”
Mia whirled around and glared. “Can you just stop it, please?”
Dwight slid an arm around her waist and kissed her temple. “It’s okay, baby. I’m good answering any questions they have.” To Marcel he said, “I co-own a construction company.”
“Must be doing well,” Zaire muttered, scanning the room.
