Page 120 of Finding Us

“A road trip? Like overnight?”

“Maybe. I don’t know yet. Pack a bag just in case.”

We go upstairs and he takes our suitcase from the closet.

“What are you doing? I need to know where we’re going. We haven’t even discussed this.”

“We don’t need to discuss it.” Garret smiles as he draws me into him. “I’m the man of the house and I’m taking charge. We’re going, so get packed.”

“Hey!” I laugh. “You can’t boss me around like that.”

“I just did. Now hurry up.” He lets me go and walks over to the dresser and opens his drawer, pulling clothes out. “You need to get away from here, Jade. Otherwise you’ll sit here all day depressed that she’s gone.”

“No, I won’t.”

He turns around. “Jade, I’m not going to say it again. Pack some clothes or I’m doing it for you.”

“Fine.” I meet him at the dresser. “But I don’t like this take-charge, man-of-the-house thing.”

“You like it.” He shuts the drawer and leans me against the dresser, his hands on each side of me. “You love it when I take charge.” His cocky smile appears.

It’s so true. Although I like being in control, sometimes I just want to let someone else take over and Garret’s the only one I trust to do that. And the good thing is that he takes charge when I need him to, like now, when I miss Harper so much I feel lost. And if I don’t get out of here, I’ll lie around feeling depressed, just like he said.

“I hate it when you’re right.” I don’t look at him when I say it.

“You love it when I’m right. Just like you love this.”

He leans down and I close my eyes and feel his lips on mine, slowly kissing me. I relax back against the dresser as his tongue slips in my mouth and his body presses into me. He stops and lifts my shirt over my head, taking it off.

“What are you doing? You told me to pack.”

“We’re doing something else first.” He undoes my shorts, letting them fall to the floor.

“Maybe I don’t want to.”

“You do.” His cocky smile returns as he slides his hand down my panties, noticing the effect his kisses had on me. “You definitely do.”

He’s right again. I have to admit I like his take-charge attitude in the bedroom, too. It totally turns me on.

“Is this new?” He runs his finger along the border of my hot pink push-up bra. The matching panties are now on the floor.

“Yeah. You like it?”

“I love it.” He reaches around and unhooks it.

“Then why are you taking it off?”

“Because I like what’s under it even better.”

He tosses the bra aside and I’m left completely naked while he’s still fully clothed. How did that happen?

His eyes move over my body, then he kisses me and talks over my lips. “You’re so fucking hot.”

“So are you.” I smile as his kisses trail across my cheek and down my neck. “So why don’t you take off all those clothes you’re wearing?”

“Don’t rush me.” He says it low by my ear. “I’m the one in charge here, remember?”

His voice and words are so sexy I want him to hurry up and take me to the bed and finish what he’s started. But I know he’ll make me wait. He loves teasing me.

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