Page 118 of Holding You
A belly fullof food and three orgasms later, we somehow manage to make it to the lobby before the rest of the group, so I let myself lean into Declan for just a few seconds more.
I glance at my watch. We are ten minutes early.
“Should we go to the little shop and get the kids matching shirts?” I ask.
“To go with the two-pound bag of M&Ms we bought for them, sure, why not?”
I give him a playful shove, and we head for the store.
He comes up behind me, brushing his hand to my lower back.
“I love that dress on you,” he says. “Your eyes stand out when you wear it.”
I glance down at the blue maxi dress I chose for traveling today.
“This dress?”
He nods.
“I wear this all the time, and you’ve never said a word about it.”
“And have you bite my head off for admitting that I was looking at you, no thanks.”
I let out a laugh and nod.
“You’re probably right.”
Suddenly, he grabs my hand and pulls me deeper into the store toward the back corner. He spins me, but stops when we are face-to-face and he can capture my lips with his own. His fingers slide around my waist and over my ass, squeezing it.
I love that he loves my butt.
I shouldn't, because apparently, he only loves my butt in Vegas.
“I’m going to miss this when we get back,” he admits and rests his forehead on mine.
Then maybe I was wrong to suggest we leave it here.
Then he kisses me again.
There is a spark in his eye.
I open my mouth to suggest we be more, but again, he moves on as if it were that simple.
“Hey, do you think this means you’ll finally tell me why you didn’t like me for so long?”
“No,” I say quickly and turn to find a shirt for Max.
He's quick to grab my hand and pull me back.
“Please,” he begs, leaving it at just one word.
“You’ll laugh. Even I am aware of how silly it was.”
His grin widens, and I shake my head.
I want to be annoyed with him, but I can’t. Everything is different now. Before I was snappy. Now... every part of me wants to flirt with him.
“Don’t do that or I won't tell you.”
