Page 3 of A Perfect Holiday
Just then Baker appeared in the doorway, and I walked Henry over to him with narrowed eyes. He took the boy and disappeared out the door.
I walked over to Verity. “Dance,” I said, and she rose without hesitation and slipped into my arms like she had never left them. I needed to kiss her. I was going to kiss her, but not here. I was going to make myself wait until we were home.
She wrapped her arms around me on the dance floor, and we swayed to the sultry Cajun ballad and Creed’s haunting, rich voice. We were completely in tune with each other, and I had only experienced this kind of closeness with two other people in my life. My brothers. That cosmic, mystical place where it seemed as if we knew each other’s’ desires, thoughts, dreams, a commitment rooted in our very souls. Our marriage was strong, our bond was solid, and we as a couple were unbreakable.
“I think River is going to ask you to make all the costumes. What do you think about me being the jolly fat guy?”
She pinched the skin at my waist. “We’ll have to work on fattening you up.” I chuckled and nuzzled my nose into her hair.
“And, I haven’t heard your ho ho ho, but I think you’ll make a great Santa,” she whispered. “It looks like there’s going to be a contest with your brothers vying for the role, too, but my money will always be on you, babe.”
Her belief in me, spoken in her husky voice, made my throat close up a little. She slipped her arm around my waist, her touch telegraphing sensual need that made my breath falter.
When the song ended, I said, “Come on, darlin’ let’s go home.”
On the way home, Duel fell asleep after a few minutes of fussing, and Verity slipped her hand around mine. I laced my fingers with hers, our most profound communication done by touch alone. She rubbed her thumb over the back of my hand.
“You’ve been quiet tonight,” I said.
Her voice was unusually husky when she responded. “I’m just tired, Boone. It’s been a hectic week.”
“You should have let me know. I can pitch in more.”
Verity rested her head against the headrest, and she continued to rub my skin, her erotic touch sending me the message that she wasn’t that tired. “You do plenty.”
Ten more minutes and we’d be home, and I wanted to hold her so badly. Press tight and hard against her, feel her holding me. Her grip on my fingers as we pulled into the drive told me she wanted me right now.
With a huskiness I couldn’t mask, I said, “I’ll take care of Duel. Go ahead and get ready for bed.”
Once we were in the garage, Verity went inside, and I got Duel, carrying him to his room, and tucking him in. He didn’t even stir he was so wiped out. For a moment I stood there daydreaming about how great it would be for him to have a brother or sister. The thought of having a little girl made my gut tighten. We’d been a family of boys, but the thought of someone all pink and sweet made me giddy.
As soon as I walked into the room, she ambushed me. She was naked, and I was always ready for her.
Her hands were rough from getting nicked up sewing, but the rest of her was soft, so damned soft.
My heart was pounding in the dark with her, the sweet smell of her almost knocking me out.
“Boone,” she said, her voice breathlessly soft. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Her face was turned up toward mine, and I simply lowered my mouth to hers. There was nothing to say, not right now, not when all I wanted, all I needed, was to touch her, to slide my tongue in her mouth and taste her, to fill myself up with her.
Our lips met, hers parted, and a hundred emotions flooded me. I always expected the pleasure, electrifying pleasure—but tonight the anticipation was intense. This was home, being with Verity, our bodies touching. She came up on tiptoe, her mouth on mine, her arms going around my neck, and I slid my hand down her back.
Then further, curving around her tight, gorgeous ass.
I tried not to devour her, but she was already there, and I was drowning in the love I felt—on the edge of desperation pulling me under, the heat of her skin, in the all-consuming wetness of her mouth.
This was going to be hot. It was going to be hot and fast, sweet and dirty, and up against the wall in less than five minutes. I was so in love with my wife, so in love with her.
I would never live without this.
She opened her mouth wider, took me deeper, and it wasn’t enough—not even close.
I was lost. Nothing had ever felt like this with any other girl and nothing ever would. It was Verity all the way.
Everything I felt for her, everything she’d ever made me feel, washed through me and nearly dropped me to my knees.
She’d been mine from the moment I laid eyes on her, the preacher girl.
