Page 29 of Loving Words
Kennedy rolled her eyes. “Being responsible is overrated.”
I laughed as I pinched her chin between two fingers. “Agreed,” I said and kissed her softly. “I’ll see you in a bit.”
Peeking out of her room, I hoped to not come across anyone. My dick was rather noticeable in my shorts, and I didn’t want to add to the awkwardness between Harrison and me. Finding no one, I exhaled a breath I’d been holding and hurried to my room.
After closing the door, I leaned against it and let my chin drop to my chest. “I need to find condoms.”
After a moment, I looked up and spotted the red cashmere sweater and black slacks I’d brought laid out on the bed from before my shower. Thankfully Harrison had given me a heads-up about the Christmas Eve tradition of dinner at the lodge, so I’d brought clothes for the outing.
A part of me wanted to shower and get ready, but another wasn’t ready to wash her scent off. I hadn’t even been inside of her, but she was all around me. Feeling a twitch in my dick, I knew I had to push aside the memories. There was no way I’d be able to be dressed and composed in time to leave if I let my thoughts drift to any kind of sexy times with Kennedy.
Dropping my shorts, I kicked them off and set them aside. I padded to my suitcase and pulled on a pair of boxer briefs and socks. Within five minutes, I was dressed and heading back to the bathroom to finish getting ready.
Turning my head left to right, I confirmed I looked presentable and headed out. In the hall, I bumped into Harrison, who’d changed into a black suit, white dress shirt, and a festive tie knotted around his neck.
“Oh good, you’re ready! I was worried—never mind. Do you know if Kennedy’s ready? Gran is adamant we leave soon.”
As if she’d been summoned, the bedroom door opened, and a sleepy-faced Kennedy appeared. Her dark locks had been pulled up into a bun at the top of her head, a few wisps of hair framing her beautiful face. A long-sleeved, silver dress caressed her body, the cleavage of the gorgeous breasts I’d been caressing merely an hour ago on display with the deep V neckline.
My mouth flooded with the desire to trace a path up the center with my tongue.
“You look like shit. Are you okay?”
My hand flew out as I smacked Harrison on the back of his head. “Harrison!”
Kennedy’s face fell, insecurity replacing her sleepy expression. “Oh, maybe I should—”
“I didn’t mean it that way. Yes, you look nice—”
I closed the distance between us, cupped the back of her neck, and drew her against me. I ignored Harrison and lowered my mouth to her red-stained lips. Keeping it chaste, so as to not ruin her makeup, I drew back and looked into her eyes. “You look stunning.”
Her eyes lit up, but I could still see her insecurity. “Thanks, you look nice too.”
“We’re going to be late!” Gran called from downstairs.
I took Kennedy’s hand in mine and led the way to the stairs. She moved down each step with grace and practice that surprised me in her three-inch heels.
“Wow, don’t y’all look nice!” Gran said as we reached the last step.
At the bottom, I gave Kennedy a little spin and was rewarded with a giggle. “She’s stunning, isn’t she?”
“That she is,” Gran said, hearts in her eyes. The woman absolutely adored her grandbabies.
I kissed her cheek. “She clearly got her genes from you.”
Gran fluttered at the comment as I heard Harrison join us.
“This one did not,” I said, pointing a thumb at my friend.
“Gran, can you believe Happy said I looked like shit?” Kennedy asked, one perfect brow arched.
“Harrison Maxwell Baker! You did not tell your sister that!”
Harrison groaned. “Oh, come on, that’s not how I meant it. She just looked tired!”
“It’s no wonder you’re still single,” Gran huffed as she opened the front closet. Taking the jacket from her hands, I helped her into it.
“Kennedy’s also single...” Harrison whined.
