She sighs. “I forgot my sunglasses. Again.”
Before she can say anything else, I reach over and pop open the glove box. I pull out a pair of sunglasses and hand them to her.
She blinks down at them, surprised. “You keep extra sunglasses in here?”
“I keep several pairs in here. And in different rooms of the house.”
“Several pairs?”
“You forget them constantly.” I glance at her and try not to smile, then look back at the road. “So I got extras and stashed them everywhere. That way you’ll always have some when you need them.”
She’s staring at me now with her mouth slightly open and the sunglasses still in her hands. “Wait, what? You bought multiple pairs of sunglasses and hid them in your truck and around your house for me?”
“It wasn’t a big deal.”
“It’s a big deal to me. You did all of that just because you saw that I forget my glasses all the time? It blows my mind that you even notice things like that, let alone go out of your way to fix them.”
I’m not sure what to say, but April chimes in before I have time to think about it.
“Problem solved!” she announces from the backseat. “See, Mom? We should definitely keep him around.”
Heather laughs, then slides the sunglasses on and turns to look at me. “You know what? That’s not a bad idea.”
Chapter 39
Heather
As I wake up, the first thing I’m aware of is Grant’s warm, solid body pressed against mine. He’s spooning me, with his arms wrapped around my waist and his breath soft and steady against the back of my neck.
It’s quickly become my favorite way to start the day. Especially on days like this, when he’s already half-hard and pressing against my ass more insistently by the second.
I move against him, loving the tiny bit of friction I can feel, even through our pajamas. It doesn’t take long for his breath to hitch and his arms to tighten around me.
“You’re awake,” he murmurs against my neck.
“Mmm. Hard not to be when someone’s poking me.”
He huffs out a laugh. “Can’t help what happens when I wake up next to you.”
I grin and look over my shoulder at him. “I’m not complaining.”
“No?” His hand slides lower down my belly until it slips underneath the elastic waistband of my pajama pants. “Good. Because I have plans for you.”
“We have maybe forty-five minutes before April’s alarm goes off.”
“Then I better work fast.” He moves quickly, easing me onto my back and crouching between my legs. “These are in the way.”
My pants are gone in a matter of seconds, and his mouth is on my inner thigh before I can catch my breath.
“Grant—”
“Shh. Let me taste you.”
His fingers slide through my folds, and I’m already wet for him. Always wet for him, it seems.
“God, you’re perfect,” he breathes, then replaces his fingers with his tongue.
I bite down on my lip to keep from moaning too loudly. The last thing we need is to wake April up early with the sounds of me falling apart.
