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“Were you snooping around my place?”Garrett eyes the sprig of fresh mistletoe suspended by its red ribbon from the ceiling where I hung it only moments before the ceremony. It’s directly in front of a set of solid white doors that Kendall informed me led to Garrett’s bedroom.
“No.”
He shoots me a sidelong glance full of suspicion. I lift a shoulder. “I might have had a little help.”
“In that case,” he says, and moves so fast I barely see him coming. Before I know it, I’m pressed against the wall, pinned by his hips.
One large hand rests on my waist as the other coasts up my side to cup the back of my head. He descends, pausing only when his lips are millimeters from mine. “Is this what you want?”
I nod, my lips parted as my chest, pleasantly crushed between a broad wall of muscle and the wall, heaves.
“Tell me, Veronica,” he growls. “Tell me what you want.”
It’s not a question and invites no discussion. He’s in complete control, but I’m more than willing to surrender. I grip his belt and tug him even closer. “I want you.”
Those three little words let loose an avalanche. A deluge of lips and tongue and hands and everything I crave. The moan that escapes from my throat as my hands explore every inch of him I can reach is primal, needy. His answering grunt hums against my nipples, and my back arches in response. My fingernails dig into his back through his shirt. Damn these clothes.
“You’re mine,” he growls against my lips. “Mine.”
Without warning, he scoops me up into his arms. I clasp his neck. “What are you doing?”
His lips, smeared with my red lipstick, curve into a slow, sexy smile. “Proving it.”
“Now?”
“Now. I’ve waited long enough.”
But just as he reaches for the door handle, Tierney comes around the corner. “Oh, there you are—” she starts, stopping short. She recovers quickly and straightens her shoulders, her expression carefully neutral as if I’m not in the arms of the father-of-the-bride. “It’s time to cut the cake.”
CHAPTER10
GARRETT
“Not hungry?”
The fork Veronica’s been using to toy with her slice of chocolate wedding cake stills and she glances at me from the corner of her eye. “Oh, I’m hungry alright, but not for this.”
“Usually it’s the bride and groom who can’t wait to slip away.” I enjoy another bite of my piece of moist, decadent chocolate cake.
“Usually,” she agrees, reaching over to swipe a finger through the peppermint filling on my slice. She raises it to her lips and, through long, dark lashes, watches my face as she sucks the mousse off, leaving a clean finger. Then she flashes a wicked smile. Fuck.
“Veronica,” I say, the warning in my tone clear.
“Yes?” Her smile transforms to innocent and playful. Unlike the serious Veronica I’ve gotten to know over the past few days, this is another glimpse of her. One I love. But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t rather have her screaming my name as I pound her in my bed at the moment instead.
Okay, maybe not screaming. There are still guests here, after all. But moaning as I bury my face between her legs? That would work, too.
“Go to my room. Wait for me there.”
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. “Now?” Rather than being shocked, she seems…relieved. As if she’s craving me as much as I’m lusting after her.
“Now.”
She wastes no time setting down her plate, then spins, rubbing her palms down the sides of her thighs as she beelines to the hallway that leads to my bedroom. I don’t know how I thought dismissing her wouldn’t catch the attention of at least a handful of guests whose eyes trail after her.
Veronica’s been getting more than her fair share of notice today thanks to her sexy black dress and the fact I’ve been glued to her side. But to hell with what anyone thinks. She wants me and that’s all that matters. If I want to pleasure her while folks whisper about our absence, I will.
But I’ll be quick. Lick her now and save the lovemaking—and the hours I want to tangle in the sheets with her—for later.
