And then she just click-clicks her way down the hall, hips swaying in a way I know isn’t intentional…but is still inflammatory.
At least for my dick.
Shaking myself, I close and lock the door.
“Something smells delicious,” she says as I join her in the kitchen.
“Nothing fancy.”
“Nothing fancy like your lasagna with the homemade noodles?” she asks. “Or nothing fancy like us normal people would make on a weeknight?” She holds out a bottle of wine I didn’t even realize she’d carried in, I was so distracted by those heels.
By the way the fabric of that ankle-length skirt cups her curves.
How the sweater clinging to her breasts looks soft and pettable…
And how I want to pet every inch of her.
My dick goes harder, straining against my zipper.
“I like how you look at me,” she murmurs.
“It doesn’t scare you?”
She shakes her head. “No.” Teeth pressing into her bottom lip. “It makes me want.”
Fuck.
“Don’t say that, Teach.”
“Why?” she whispers. “I keep thinking about the kiss on the couch, keep thinking about how I missed you when you were gone, keep thinking about how good you were with the kids today.”
“They’re good kids,” I manage to push out.
“Yes, they are.”
“And they clearly like and respect you.”
A slender shoulder shrugs. “I bribe them with candy.”
I chuckle. “Nice try, but I didn’t miss the adoring looks.”
Her cheeks go slightly pink, but she nods to the bottle. “Will that go with whatever it is that you’ve cooked up?”
“Do you like it?”
“It’s my favorite.”
“Then it goes with my food.”
“Colt,” she begins.
I shake my head and move to the cabinets, pulling down two glasses, then digging through a drawer to retrieve the wine opener.
I pour the chardonnay, pass her a glass. “It’s not that serious.” I pick up my own glass. “I promise. Now, tell me how the rest of your day went.”
When she doesn’t immediately speak, I lean back on the counter and prompt. “Adrian seemed like he was having a good first day back. Did you hear anything from his other?—”
Clink.
