In preparation for her discharge the following day, Bridget had an appointment with the orthopedist and physical therapist, leaving Jennifer free. She was meeting Garret for lunch.
His SUV was parked in her mother's driveway when she pulled in.
"Hey you," he called, grinning.
"Hey yourself." She wanted to throw her arms around him and hold on tight, but they were in her mother's driveway in broad daylight. So she restrained herself.
As did Garrett.
Until the moment the front door closed.
He pushed her against the wood, kissing her hard. "I've missed you."
She refused to acknowledge that his words meant anything. "You saw me last night."
He didn't answer, just ran his hands beneath her blouse, cupping her breasts, grinding his hips against her. "Too damned long."
She laughed at his husky response, but her laughs quickly turned to moans as his fingers worked their magic.
"You like that?"
"You know I do." She wiggled, pressing against his straining fly. Wet heat dampened her panties. Panties she'd gone shopping for yesterday. She'd wanted something more tantalizing than her usual dull granny whites.
He tugged her shirt over her head, trailing kisses along the flesh he exposed. "You smell so sweet, like fresh-baked cookies."
His brows rose in appreciation of her silky black push-up bra that really did work miracles. When he revealed the high cut black triangles covering her femininity he smiled. God, he had a scrumptious smile.
"You're beautiful."
Had she said it or had he?
Their touches grew in fervor, each more heated. He thrust inside her, deep and possessive.
They clung to each other, determined to make the moment last, determined to hang on to the illusion of the past few weeks as long as possible.
Her fingers clung to him, clawing into his back, his neck, pulling him closer, closer still.
His lips claimed hers in a feral kiss, a kiss so potent she slipped over the edge.
"Jennifer," he cried, her response toppling him over with her. With a mighty series of thrusts, he came deep, dropped his head to her shoulder. "You're fantastic."
She brushed a kiss against his dark hair. "So are you."
He lifted his head, stared into her eyes, and grinned in that heart-stopping way he had. In a way that left her powerless to keep from grinning back.
So, goofy grin in place, she gazed at the man she was still connected to at the hips. The man she was connected to in ways that went way beyond physical.
They'd both known today would change everything since her mother was coming home tomorrow.
Of course they could always go to his place.
Except he'd never invited her.
Did he live in an apartment? A house? Did he live alone or with a roommate? Why didn't she know these things when she felt so in sync with him?
"Why haven't we gone to your place?"
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