That’sexactlywhat I want.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m beat,” Dad says, standing. “I might head up to bed. You coming, Liz?”
Mummy nods, taking his hand before they head toward the stairs.
Colt walks back over to me, holding out his hand to help me stand. “I had the guest room downstairs made up for you, so you don’t have to mess with the stairs,” he says. “You ready to call it a night?”
I frown slightly, hesitating.
He catches it instantly. “What’s wrong?”
I bite my bottom lip. “I know it’s selfish, but… I miss our bed. I was really looking forward to sleeping in it tonight.”
Mummy glances back at us from the stairs and grins. “Goodnight, Deliah.”
“Night, Mummy,” I reply before they disappear.
Colt turns back to me, thoughtful. “Okay,” he says slowly. “I have an idea.”
He places my hand on his shoulder, and I give him a confused look as he carefully removes the crutches from under my arms and holds them out in front of me. “Carry these,” he directs, and I grab them. Then he bends down quickly, lifting me into his arms. I squeal slightly, and he chuckles as he takes my full weight. He walks toward the staircase as I awkwardly hold onto my crutches with my leg fixed straight out in its cast.
“What are you doing?” I ask with a smile while he steps up the staircase. His strength astounds me.
“I’m taking my fiancée to her bed, where I’m going to snuggle her all night,” he says, bounding up the stairs effortlessly, making sure to leave enough room on either side so I don’t hit my leg on the wall.
Luckily, when we get to our bedroom, the door is open. Colt lays me on the bed, and I turn on the bedside light while he takes my crutches from me and places them within easy reach.
“Right, let’s get you out of these clothes and into something more comfortable, hey?”
Colt fusses about in the walk-in closet before coming out with a tank top for me and some boxer shorts for him. He walks over while I sit up and take off my sweater and bra, leaving me topless. His eyebrows raise as he smirks, sitting on the edge of the bed, taking hold of my skirt’s waistband and gently tugging. I shift my butt so he can take it off effortlessly, so I’m now in my panties and a cast. He grins so wide I think his smile might fall off the sides of his face.
“Why, Mr. Slade, are you having indecent thoughts about your invalid fiancée?” I pull my shoulders back slightly, forcing my boobs toward him, and he chuckles, shaking his head.
“Me? No, never. I wouldneverthink about anything indecent toward you. Of course, I might be lying, but don’t tell anyone,” he says with a wink, then leans down, taking my nipple in his mouth.
I close my eyes at the warmth surrounding my now erect bud and exhale at his touch. He sucks lightly, then too soon, he pulls back, handing me the top.
“Put this on.Now,” Colt says, sounding a little more like the dominant Colt, who has alluded me the past month.
I smile and pull the tank top over my head. I know he won’t want to go any further tonight because he’ll stick by the doctor’s orders, whichwilldrive me crazy.
It’s inevitable, but all I want is for him to touch me.
I miss it.
I miss him.
But I guess I’ll have to wait until I’m fully healed before he will go any further.
“Good girl,” he says before pulling away, dropping his jeans, stripping off his shirt, and leaving him naked in front of me.
The sight of him instantly makes me wet, and my abdomen begins to ache. I sigh in defeat, and he grins, pulling on his boxer shorts. He walks around to the other side of the bed and climbs in, helping me under the covers. I find it easier to sleep on my back with the cast on, so he lies on his side, resting his head in the nook between my shoulder and neck. It’s like role reversal. Usually, I’m the one cuddling into him, but I don’t mind this one little bit.
I’m in my own home, in my own bed, in London with Colt, right where I’m meant to be.
Chapter Eight
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