Page 188 of Huckleberry Hill
“So let’s remedy that.” I pressed my hand to his chest and stepped closer.
He covered my fingers with his. “I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
“I’m okay. The doctor said everything looks good and as soon as I felt well enough to be intimate, that I could be. Well, I’m ready. I’m so ready I’m about to hump your leg like a dog in heat.”
“There’s a visual,” he whispered huskily.
“Please, Declan,” I whined.
“I love it when you beg.” He nipped at my lips.
I opened to him, and his tongue swept inside my mouth. His other hand cradled my head, keeping me exactly where he wanted me.
A cell phone rang.
“Ignore it,” I begged against his mouth. “Take me to bed.”
“If I take you to bed now,” he murmured. “We’ll miss the festival. And we can’t miss the festival.”
“Why not?”
“Because.”
I frowned. “That’s not an answer.”
“It’s our first year together at the Mushroom Festival. I’m going to be walking a baby goat in a harness.”
I smiled. “You really want to go to this festival.”
“I really do.”
“Why?”
“Why? Because I live here.”
“Uh-huh.”
“And we’re together. I want us to be together and do things in public like a real couple.”
“You’re adorable.”
“I know.” He preened.
I reluctantly moved away from him and went to his closet.
He walked to the nightstand and checked his phone. “I think that was the phone call about the brand deal.”
“Oh yeah?” I asked.
“Yeah. Finish getting dressed. I’m gonna go handle this. Meet me out here when you’re ready.”
“Okay.”
He kissed me once again and then left the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.
After the spring storm, the weather had finally turned. It was warm enough for me to wear a sundress but I still needed a light jacket. My favorite was a red and white polka-dot dress with a flouncy skirt and spaghetti straps.
I sat on the edge of the bed and put on a pair of socks and then went into the living room, Tempest trotting out behind me.
