The Valentine: The Wedding Pact #4 by Denise Grover Swank Read Free Book Online Page A

make sure she didn’t misunderstand his intentions. “But I get to play doctor before I ravage you.”
    She sucked in a breath, her chest rising and falling. “Yes.”
    He took another step back, trying to clear his head. The sight of her breasts stretching her blouse nearly made him forget she needed medical attention. “I need to get the first aid kit.”
    Before she could stop him, he ran for the bathroom, grabbed the white plastic first aid box and hurried back to the kitchen. He stopped at the entrance as he saw the television screen. Blair was watching it too, tears filling her eyes again.
    He grabbed the remote off the table and turned it off, then tossed it onto the sofa. He stared into her tear-streaked face. “I wasn’t on that plane. I’m here with you now.”
    “You were supposed to be,” she whispered, sounding scared.
    “But fate intervened, just like it intervened when Nana Ruby insisted I be a groomsman at my cousin’s wedding.” He stepped between her legs and cupped her cheek, tilting her head back to look up at him. “We’re meant to be together. Don’t you get it, Blair? We’re meant to be.”
    Her chin quivered as she nodded.
    He worked quickly on her foot, flinching with her when he pulled out the glass. The cut was deep, but she insisted she wouldn’t go to the hospital, so he closed it up with butterfly bandages, hoping to convince her later. After he’d wrapped it with gauze, he washed his hands and then got her a couple of ibuprofen and a glass of water.
    “I think you’re going to need these,” he said.
    She took them without complaint, then set the glass on the counter. “I need you more.” Her voice broke again as she tugged him closer, reaching for the buttons on his shirt.
    “I’m yours, Blair,” he said with a ragged breath. “I’m always yours.”
    He leaned down and kissed her gently, cradling the back of her head in his hand. He wanted her to know how precious she was to him.
    But Blair had other ideas. She deepened the kiss, her tongue searching out his as she continued to unbutton his shirt. Then she pulled the shirt free from his pants. Her hands skimmed his chest, sending a bolt of electricity through his blood and straight to his groin.
    Her mouth broke free from his and skimmed down his jaw, along the taut tendons of his neck, and down his chest. His hands rested on her waist, then slid up and under her breasts, his thumbs brushing her nipples over the lace of her bra.
    She released a low moan as her teeth raked over his nipple.
    “Bed. Now,” he grunted as he slid his hands underneath her ass, lifting her so she straddled his waist. He stopped and searched her face. “How’s your foot? You okay?”
    “Shut up and kiss me, Garrett.”
    A grin spread across his face. “Gladly.”

Chapter 6
    H e was her miracle . A miracle she didn’t deserve, yet she claimed it anyway. He carried her into their bedroom, kissing her so thoroughly she had no idea they’d even reached their destination until he lowered her gently to the bed. She lay on her back, her head on her pillow, and she stared up into his face, amazed at the love and adoration in his eyes.
    “What did I do to deserve you?” she asked breathlessly.
    “You’re mine, Blair. Forever mine.” He straddled her waist, putting his weight in his knees. His hands made quick work of the buttons on her shirt before he lowered his mouth to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses to the edge of her bra cup. “Try as you might, you can’t drive me away.”
    “Why?” she asked, close to tears again. She’d never felt so raw and exposed. “Why would you put up with me?”
    “Put up with you?” he asked, sounding incredulous. He lifted his head to look into her face. “Blair, I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, even if only for a second. You’re beautiful and brilliant, and your heart is so big and so full of love, even if you keep it shielded. You help so many people—your friends, your