I want to do to you, Garth. I’ve come up with plenty of ideas. Too bad I have to settle on just one.”
He took a step closer to her. “Would you like to share that idea with me?”
She took a step back and grinned. “No, and our breakfast is getting cold.”
She turned to walk away, and he reached out and pulled her into his arms, leaned in and kissed her. This was his first kiss from her today, but he was going to make sure it wasn’t his last. Her taste did something to him each and every time.
When he finally released her mouth, he took her hand and together they headed toward the kitchen.
Eighteen
“Garth, could you come in here a minute, please?”
Regan knew what she intended to do to him would take more than a minute, but she couldn’t think of a better way to end their two weeks in Santa Cruz. For as long as she lived, she would always remember the time they’d spent together here. They’d attended a couple more operas, shared dinner at several posh restaurants in town, gone to a movie and taken a drive along several of the scenic beaches. They’d eventually gone hiking in the tropical laurel forests and had spent an entire day kayaking and canoeing.
He’d even gone shopping with her again. They’d bought more souvenirs and she’d helped him find gifts for Walker and Bailey’s twins. But no matter what they did during the day, they looked forward to each night when they returned to the château to make love until sleep claimed them. Often, they would awake in the middle of the night and make love again.
She also appreciated how they would spend time talking. Over breakfast Garth would tell her of plans he had to move the company forward, his concern for his father—who still didn’t accept that the Westmorelands were related to them—and how finding out about the Westmorelands had enriched his family’s lives in many ways. Family meant even more to him now.
He told her about the renovations he intended to make to his home at the beginning of the year, which included adding a theater room. She loved his home and had visited him a number of times with Charm. She especially loved how she could see the Chena River from almost every room.
They’d talked about her father and how he was enjoying life in Florida and how she planned to spend Christmas with him this year. She told Garth about the trip she and Simone had planned to Ireland next year and the renovations she planned to do to her own home. Conversing with him was easy and she enjoyed it tremendously.
Tonight was their last night together. Tomorrow they would leave to return home. He probably assumed she’d forgotten about collecting her reward from the kissing game. If that was what he thought, then he was wrong, because tonight was the night.
A part of her wished they could extend their stay another week, month, year. She had enjoyed being here with him and hoped he had enjoyed being here with her. Her goal had been to make each day memorable for him. Ones he wouldn’t forget. Ones he would want to continue, even when they returned to Fairbanks. She wasn’t sure if she’d succeeded, but tonight would put the icing on the cake.
Glancing around the room, she saw everything was in place for Garth’s hot oil massage. This wouldn’t be the first time he’d been in her bedroom, since they’d made love in here for a change in scenery, but at the time the room hadn’t looked like this. Tonight she had transformed the bedroom into a romantic sanctuary, complete with burning candles, dim lighting, the scent of lavender and relaxing music. She had set the mood for a night of intense intimacy.
She had taken her time in selecting the oil, glad Garth hadn’t been with her at the time. She had talked him into going into a wine shop to select a bottle for their last night together. That was when she had doubled back to a shop that sold everything she needed for tonight. According to the salesclerk, who’d been very knowledgeable, the best scented oil would be lavender. It was relaxing, but also had an arousing effect on a person’s mind. She even claimed it stimulated the brain like an aphrodisiac.
Regan looked down at herself. If her outfit didn’t get his blood stirring, then nothing would. Garth had no idea