But once we’re in bed, I’m making my damn move.
“Okay. Then wash my hair?” I ask sweetly.
“Sure,” he says, softening a little.
I smile and lean my head back into the water, Colt’s fingers working their magic into my scalp.
After worshipping me in the shower, massaging my head until I’m almost asleep, and washing my body with slow, reverent strokes, he finally turns off the water and helps me out. I grab the towel rail for balance while he wraps a fluffy towel around my hair, then dries himself. Colt then removes the waterproof bag from my cast. He bends down and picks me up effortlessly, carrying me into the bedroom.
I must admit, I’m kind of glad he’s carrying me. Spending that long in the shower, balancing all my weight on one leg, was more complicated than I thought. He places me gently on the bed, but when he turns to head toward the closet, I grab his hand. Confused, he stops and looks back at me.
“Can we sleep naked tonight?” I ask softly. “I want to feel skin on skin. It’s been so long.”
He raises an eyebrow, smirking at me. “Sure. Sounds great to me.” He dodges Princess’s scattered toys and moves to his side of the bed, while I slip beneath the covers.
A moment later, he joins me, his body warm beside mine.
“One more favor?” I ask, grinning when he gives me a suspicious look.
“What now?” he asks, but there’s no real irritation behind it.
“Can you make out with me for a while? You know… to celebrate?”
He exhales heavily, frowning like he’s trying to stay strong against me. “Okay. But it’s not going to turn into anything more. You can get that idea right outta your head, Dee,” he says firmly, the dominant Colt I love and miss slipping back into his tone.
God, it only turns me on more.
I smirk and nod, playing innocent.
“I mean it, Dee,” he warns again, his voice low and rough.
“I promise. I won’t make you touch me,” I say sweetly.
Satisfied, he leans over me, his gaze locking with mine. Then he lowers his mouth to mine, and the second our lips meet, I savor it, the taste of him, the familiar minty heat I’ve craved. My hands slip into his hair as his torso presses lightly against mine, careful to avoid touching my stomach. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, dancing with mine, and instantly that overwhelming ache between my legs sparks to life.
Kissing Colt always wakes something inside me.
When he touches me, I feel alive, like the rest of the world fades away.
As he kisses me, slow and full of passion, I set my devious little‘get Colt to touch me’plan into motion.
Part one—the setup.
Sliding my hands from his shoulders down to his back, I grip his shoulder blades and pull him closer. Just like always, the moment I do, his kiss deepens, and thankfully, he doesn’t disappoint. His mouth moves more firmly against mine, pulling a moan from deep in my throat. And I know exactly what that does to him.
When I feel his breath hitch, I know my plan is working.
My hand trails down his body, gripping firmly at his sides. He moans in response, and I inwardly smile. He’s getting as worked up as I am over our heated makeout session.
Part two—the bait.
I reach up, placing a hand over his—the one cupping my cheek—and guide it down to rest on my breast. He hesitates, but when I arch into his palm, he instinctively squeezes, massaging me. A low groan escapes him as my tongue teases his, and his thumb brushes over my nipple, making me shiver.
Part three—the clincher.
I slide my hand along his arm, down his side, then lower it to my burning flesh. The second my fingers find my clit, I suck in a sharp breath and start circling. Pleasure rockets through me, and a moan tumbles from my mouth as my hips jerk against my touch.
Colt’s hand on my breast eases, sliding lower until he feels my hand working between my legs.
