Can't Help Falling in Love - Samantha Chase Page 0,31

his head and look at her as she lay there in nothing more than a pair of soft pink panties.

“I think we need to work on getting some of your clothes off,” she teased, easing up onto her elbows to look at him.

“You think so?” he asked, even as he sat up and whipped his shirt up over his head, tossing it to the floor. Kicking his shoes off, he went to lie down again when Violet stopped him.

“Lose the pants, Jones.”

Laughing softly, he obliged.

This time when he went to resume his spot nestled between her legs so he could continue to kiss her breasts, she didn’t stop him. But once they were skin to skin, it was like hitting the launch button. The feel of her underneath him, of her soft hands smoothing up and down his back before going up and raking through his hair, and hearing her throaty, sexy as hell moans when he kissed or touched her someplace she liked made Hunter realize there was time for slow exploration.

Later.

Kissing his way back up to her lips, he forced himself to raise his head. “In my mind, I envisioned us having dinner…” He placed a light kiss on her cheek. “And then having dessert…” Another kiss. “And then slowly making our way in here.” And another.

“But…” she prompted, nipping at his earlobe as he continued peppering her face with tiny kisses.

“But…I underestimated the effect of having you naked beneath me.”

“I’m not naked,” she said huskily, biting his ear teasingly. “Yet.”

Groaning, Hunter rested his forehead against hers. “Next time,” he said, his voice low and gruff as one hand wandered down to her hip to toy with the edge of her panties. “Next time, I swear to go slow, but right now…”

“Hunter?”

“Hmm?”

“You had me at next time.” She grinned up at him before raking her hands into his hair and bringing his lips back to hers.

And damn if he wasn’t already looking forward to it.

Seven

It was almost noon on Saturday and Violet still felt like she needed to tiptoe back into Katie’s house. She knew she would look ridiculous, and yet she couldn’t help herself.

Then she screamed when Katie yanked open the front door. “Oh, my God! I have been waiting for you! I thought you’d be home sooner!” Taking Violet by the hand, she pulled her into the house.

Panic immediately gripped her. Spinning, she grasped her friend’s shoulders. “It’s okay. I’m here. Are you having contractions? Are you timing them?” She frantically looked around. “Where’s your bag? We said we were going to keep an overnight bag by the door!” With a mild cry of despair, she ran to Katie’s room and looked around. “Where did you put it?”

“Vi?” Katie called out.

“It’s okay! It’s okay…,” she said breathlessly as she ran back into the living room. “Did Rose already come and get Kira? Do we need to drop her off? Oh, my God…I parked behind you in the driveway! Gah! Why didn’t you call me earlier?”

Katie sat down on the couch.

“That’s good. You rest right there while I find that damn bag.” She power-walked to the kitchen. “Did you call your doctor? Is she meeting us there?”

“Vi…” Katie sang out.

“Kira! Are you here?” Violet called out, and sure enough, the sassy child came skipping into the kitchen.

“Hi, Aunt Vi! Mommy said we’re gonna bake cookies today, and you were gonna tell a story! But it was a special story you were going to tell her when I took a nap. Is it story time now?” Then she bit her lip. “I’m not sleepy yet.”

What the…?

Walking over to Katie–who looked ready to burst out laughing–she realized no one was in labor. There was no need to find the packed bag.

“I’m supposed to tell you a story?” she mocked.

And then her friend did laugh.

Hard.

Hysterically.

“Can I watch Frozen and have peanut butter and jelly?” Kira asked, completely unphased by her mother’s laughter.

“Of course you can, baby girl,” Katie said, coming to her feet. As she walked past Violet, she murmured, “But once the movie starts, I want all the details about last night.”

Yeah, Violet knew they were going to do this, she just didn’t think it was going to cause this much drama.

Sheesh.

Twenty minutes later, she and Katie were back on the couch–each with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

“That was like an Olympic event,” she murmured.

“Really? Sex with Hunter was that good?”

“Yes. I mean…no! No, I was referring to wrangling your daughter up and getting her situated with a