Keeping his lips half-pressed to mine, he asks, “No, you’re not planning a million things?”
I grip him harder. “Yes, I am, and no, I need more, Five. I haven’t had this mouth for days.”
I feel his smile. I also feel his hand move to my ass. “How ‘bout we move this inside?”
I don’t let him go. “Are you going to give me what I want?”
More of that smile against my mouth. “What do you want?”
“I told you. I want more. You get to interpret that and surprise me.”
Before I know what’s happening, he’s got me over his shoulder and is carrying me inside. The garage door is barely closed behind us when he deposits me on the floor, takes hold of my face with both hands, and gives me what I want.
The kind of kiss that says he missed me just as much as I missed him.
Eight years with this man, and I still can’t get enough of him.
He backs me up against the wall, letting go of my face to move his hands down my body. Kissing his way from my mouth to my collarbone, he says, “You want me to fuck you first or get onto the packing?”
“Have you gained superpower skills yet? The kind where you can do two things at once?”
His lips move over my skin in the expert way years of doing that with someone allows. Colt knows all the ways I like to be kissed, touched, loved. “Can’t say I have.” He reaches a hand up under my top. “What’s it going to be?”
I move with him as he grinds against me. “We’re going with the fuck-first option, in the shower, but there are two things I need to go over with you before we get started.”
His hand finds my breast. “Beautiful, we’ve already started. And the concept of ‘first’ means before anything else, so what you’re really saying is we’re fucking third.”
Still with the grinding, I say, “Are you planning on getting all technical with me tonight, Mr Caveman?”
He chuckles. “No, I’m planning on getting filthy with you, so let’s get these two things done so we can get to the sex.” He lets me go and takes a step away. “What’s first?”
He’s not going to be happy about this first thing. Best to just blurt it out so we can deal with it and move on. “We have a hole in the wall that you’re going to have to fix.”
He frowns. “What happened?”
“Knox and Branson were playing in their bedroom yesterday and things got a little hectic and out of control. They fell against the wall and now we have a hole.”
“Fuck,” he mutters, not happy, but nowhere near as annoyed as I thought he’d be. “Did either of them get hurt?”
“They’ve got some bruises, but nothing major. I think Branson is going to give us many headaches as he gets older and stronger.”
“I’m more inclined to think Matthew is going to be our problem child.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, he’s taking in all the shit that Knox gets up to and leads Branson into. He’ll learn all that and fucking inflict it, and more, on us.”
“And then in will come Everlee, and really fuck you up.” It’s a running joke between Lilith and me as to whether Colt will end up with a head full of grey hairs or no hair thanks to his daughter.
He grins. “You’re wrong there, sweetheart. She’s got three older brothers. Between them and me, she’s got no hope of getting into any shit.”
He’s right. She’s also got her uncle Liam, Zane, and all the Storm guys who’ll look out for her. I often feel sorry for my daughter and what I know she’ll likely go through with all these men when she starts dating. But then I think about me, Mum, and Lilith, and know we’ve got her covered.
“What’s the other thing?” Colt asks.
“I need you to tell me what to do in the kitchen.”
“About what?”
