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We head further into the store to look at settings. These two find their way to each other and are bickering worse than my daughters—everything she likes, he hates, and vice versa. I’m looking at one particular setting and it feels like Emma. They both come over to the case to see it and thankfully both agree that it’s perfect.It’s the one.I pull out my credit card to buy it—the sooner we get out of here the better. If they spend any more time together, they will either murder each other, or hook up. I don’t want to be here for either.
When I get home, I take the ring out of the box. It reallyisperfect and I know she’ll love it. As soon as I talk to the girls about it, I’m going to ask Emma to spend the rest of her life with me.
Chapter twenty-eight
Emma
January
IamprettysureI’ve had more sex in the last few months than I have had in my entire life combined. Ok, that’s an exaggeration, it just feels that way. Dylan and I were together for almost a year when we were younger, but it was never like this.
Every weekend, we have a date night. Sometimes it’s a movie, sometimes dinner or drinks, but when we get home we are clawing at each other’s clothes, unable to get naked fast enough. With my work schedule, his work schedule, our kids schedules…it doesn’t leave me a lot of time with him. I worry that this is going to be just like it was with Jason. Except this isn’t Jason. If Dylan and I lived together, we wouldn’t have this issue. It’s too soon to think about. Or is it?
We talk every single day since right now we only have time on the weekends to see each other. When the kids go to bed, he calls me, and we spend hours on the phone. Surprisingly, we’ve never had phone sex, but I have definitely used my vibrator after on more than one occasion. Sometimes his sexy voice is too much for me to handle.
Since Jason has the kids for the weekend, Dylan is taking me back to the mountains for an overnight birthday trip. We can only stay the night because he has to help Harriet prepare for her in-class debate. I love what a great dad he is. I would never replace Jason as my kids’ dad, but I have from time to time wondered how Dylan would be as a bonus dad.
I pack my bag with some of my sexiest outfits. Even though I am pretty sure he will have me naked for the next 24 hours, it’s good to be prepared. I hear him come in my front door and I shout from the kitchen, “In here!”
Wearing his glasses, perfect fitting jeans, and a henley tee that hugs his chest, my mouth waters as he enters the kitchen. He knows that I find his glasses incredibly sexy, so he wears them on purpose to get me all hot and bothered.Who knew glasses could double as visual foreplay?
There is much intent in his gait. Once he reaches me, his hands cup my face and slides his fingers in my hair behind my ear, as he brings my lips to his. It’s that hot hand thing you see guys do in movies and thinkI wish my man did that!Well, my man does. You would think I haven’t seen him in a month. It’s only been two days, but I melt into his touch as if it was so much longer.
He lifts me onto the counter, and when I deepen the kiss, he lets out a satisfied moan into my mouth. My legs are on either side of him and I scoot closer until there is nothing between us. I bite his lip as I pull away, eliciting a rumble from his chest that I can feel everywhere. “Hey, handsome, I didn’t even get a hello!”
“You wore those pants again, you knew the consequences.”
“They areleggings, most women wear them.Youwore your glasses, so I guess we’re even.”
He kisses my forehead. “I guess we are. You know I love you and would love to have a quickie in your kitchen, but we need to go, or we’ll never leave your house.” Part of me isn’t opposed to the idea, but I have been looking forward to getting away.
Once I’m off the counter, he grabs my bag and we make our way to the front door.
Thedrivewasluckilyuneventful. I was worried about weekend traffic and we made it in record time. Dylan reserved a similar cabin as last time, and I can’t wait to sit in the enclosed back porch that overlooks the lake, have a hot tea, and read a new book. It’s my birthday weekend, and while my celebration may seem unconventional to most, any fellow introvert would agree that this is amuchbetter way to spend your big day.
I told him my plan on the way up and he jumped into action as soon as we got inside the cabin. With the last few months being so busy, I really need some time to do absolutely nothing. Within minutes, he's procured a couple of blankets, two cups of tea, and our e-readers. I'm excited there’s a large swing because our cabin didn’t have one last time. We settle in, his arm around me on the back of the swing, and I curl up against his side.
Hours pass and we need to grab dinner. I didn’t realize we spent the entire time out here until I looked at the clock. I always lose track of time when I’m reading but his fingers were drawing lazy circles on my shoulder, and it lulled me into a trance-like state. I love this man so much—he knows exactly what I need, always taking care of me. “I’m so cozy, but if I don’t eat soon, I’m probably going to get hangry.”
“Let’s just order something. I don’t think either of us wants to get up,” he tells me as he kisses my temple and pulls out his phone. “What sounds good?”
“I honestly don’t care. I’ll pick something small wherever you order from.”
“I’ll order a pizza, so you can eat as much or as little as you want.” He orders my favorite and goes back to reading his book.
It’s getting chilly, even with the space heaters, so we head inside once dinner arrives. When we're done eating, still sitting at the table, he asks, “What would you like to do the rest of the night, birthday girl?”
I move from my seat and straddle his lap. My hands comb through his hair, messing it up a little. “I have a few ideas.”
“Do those ideas include you getting naked?” I nod enthusiastically. His dimpled smile appears before I kiss it away. He stands up from his chair, taking me with him. His hands squeeze my ass before he playfully slaps it. “E, am I going to spend the rest of the night buried inside you?”
“Best present ever! Happy Birthday to me!” I can’t help but laugh when he smacks my ass again.
“You and that smart mouth of yours.” His eyes look down at my lips before kissing me again and taking me to the bedroom.
“Oh, don’t act like you don’t like it. My mouth is quite talented, you know,” I say between kisses.
“I like it a little too much.” He sets me down on the bed. “I’ll be right back, baby.”
