She detaches herself, then skips over to Colt, who’s now slouched back on the sofa, one arm draped along the back. He looks completely at home here, and we wouldn't have it any other way.
Morgan leans down and kisses his cheek with a loudsmack. “Love you, Buddy. Good game.”
He taps her nose. “Love you too, Morgs. Now go dream about otter babies.”
“I will!”
She disappears down the hallway toward her room. A moment later, we hear her door click shut, then the faint sound of her sleepytime playlist starting up. It was Colt's idea, a soothing playlist she sleeps to every night, and you know what?
We've had our bed to ourselves every night since.
No sneaking around on our tiptoes, no hushed voices, and best of all, no quiet sex.
Silence settles over the living room, and Colt’s gaze finds mine across the room. “Hey, you.”
“Hey,” I say, smiling. “Nice goal.”
The game still flashes on the TV, casting blue light across the room. I settle onto the couch beside Colt, his body warm where our legs touch. On screen, Silas York skates a ruthless defensive line.
“He looks different,” I murmur, leaning into Colt’s shoulder. “Agitated.”
"Yeah, he was off last night." Colt’s hand finds my thigh. “His ex-girlfriend said she was gonna show up, though. Not sure if she did.”
“Judging by the way he’s checking everything that moves into the boards? Wouldn’t surprise me.” I tilt my face toward his, catching the clean scent of his cologne. “Should we be worried?”
Colt’s mouth brushes my ear. “Only if she brings popcorn.”
I sink deeper into the cushion beside him, tucking my legs under me. Our knees brush and his other arm is still along the back of the sofa, and his fingers drift down to play with the ends of my hair.
“Long day?” he asks.
“Mmmm… It was…productive,” I correct. “Met with the branding team from the investor group again.”
"Wait." Colt's hand stills on my thigh. "That creep from the graphic design team didn't ask you out again today, did he?"
I blink innocently, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "What? Oh. Derek? Yeah, he... mentioned coffee."
Colt's voice goes flat, and I can practically see his eyes glowing like a wolf. "How exactly does onementioncoffee?"
"You know." I wave my hand vaguely, enjoying the way his eyes narrow. "Casually. In conversation. Like,'Hey Zoey, you'relooking beautiful today. We should grab coffee sometime.'Very normal. Very professional."
Colt’s eyes narrow. “And what did you say?”
“I told him I’d think about it.”
He goes still, gaze locked on me. I keep my expression perfectly innocent for two heartbeats before my mouth twitches and gives me away.
"Stop messing with me like that!"
He moves fast, hands gripping my hips, hauling me into his lap until I'm straddling him. His mouth finds my neck, teeth grazing as he growls, “Do I need to remind you who you belong to?”
“Yes. Please.”
I'm laughing, breathless, already arching into him as heat floods through my core. My thighs clench around his hips, and I grind down deliberately.
"But maybe first, I…" He slaps my ass. "Oh!I have something to show you first."
He growls again, and the friction of his hips lifting sends sparks shooting straight to my clit, making me gasp against his mouth.
