Page 102 of The Perfect Distraction

Chapter Twenty-Six

Staying naked with Colton wasn’t a problem at all until her stomach growled loudly at a most inopportune time. They were making love with her seated on his lap when her stomach suddenly complained that it was past dinnertime.

Colton halted mid-thrust, threw back his head, and started laughing. After overcoming her initial embarrassment, she joined in.

“Should we stop?” he asked.

“No! Let’s finish, and then we’ll eat.”

“If you insist,” he teased.

They finished in grand style and agreed to skip the afterplay in favor of eating.

“Why don’t we order a pizza to be delivered? That way, we don’t have to get dressed and go out,” he suggested.

She’d just picked up her underwear from the floor, but at that, she dropped them again.

“So, we’re supposed to eat naked too?” she said, eyebrows raised to the ceiling.

“Well, we don’t have to be totally naked.” Turning away to rummage through his dresser, he pulled out a T-shirt that read Woodward Woodworks and handed it to her. “Wear this.”

She pulled the T-shirt over her head, enjoying its softness and his scent as it covered her torso. When she bent down to retrieve her underwear, he snatched them up and put them behind his back.

“You won’t be needing those.”

“I take it you’ll be answering the door to the pizza delivery person?”

He nodded.

“You might want to put some pants on first.”

“Oh. Right.” Picking up his shorts, he quickly pulled them on sans underwear.

“There. Now you won’t be the only one going commando.”

Laughing, she followed him downstairs and into the kitchen, where he found a pizza menu.

“Are you good with the same thing we ordered last time?”

“Sure,” she said.

While he was on the phone placing their order, she idly wandered through the kitchen and into the living room, gliding her fingertips over the surfaces of the furniture he’d made. She was standing in front of a mirrored hallstand in the foyer when he came up behind her and slipped his arms around her waist.

“Mmmm,” she said, leaning her head back against his shoulder. “This is nice.”

“I like how you look in my shirt,” he said, dipping his head into the hollow of her neck and nibbling her sensitive skin.

Watching him in the mirror made her want him all over again, and she wiggled her butt against his hips.

He looked up and locked eyes with her in the mirror, wearing a now-familiar expression.

“How long until the pizza gets here?” she asked, gasping as he slid a hand underneath the hem of her/his T-shirt.

“Twenty minutes. Just long enough.”

Sliding a finger over her damp sex, he kept his eyes riveted to hers in the mirror. “I want to watch you come.”

“Colton.”