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His response was to squeeze my ass. “Go take a shower. I’m ready when you are.”
I slid down his body and then headed up to Colt’s bathroom. While I was lathering my hair, I heard the door open and the sound of his heavy boots across the tile.
“Please, God tell me you’re almost done in there,” he muttered.
“Nearly.”
“Christ. You’re wet and naked and I’m about to climb in there with you.”
“I wouldn’t object.”
We made it out of the house two hours later.
My body felt like it was made of butter and my mind was muddled from the attention Colt had given me in the shower. He certainly kept me on my toes. One moment he was driving into me fast and hard, making me scream in pleasure. Another moment and he was sinking into me slow, making me beg for more.
I stole a glance at him. His eyes were shielded behind a pair of aviators. The strong breadth of him in his leather cut made me sigh.
He turned his head ever so slightly and grinned. “Like what you see?”
“Kinda, yeah.” I smiled back. I reached over and stroked his jaw. “Do you ever shave?”
“Rarely.”
“Good.”
His laugh was easy and full. I was getting addicted to the sound. I liked to think I had something to do with it—after all I’d noticed a change in myself after a short time with Colt. Somehow he’d battled through my walls, dismantling them stone by stone.
I’d had relationships before—I knew the early stages were spent in bed. But it felt different with Colt. Maybe it was because of how we met. Maybe it was because of who Colt was—a man who lived by his own rules and had grown up with two parents who’d had love at first sight.
Colt finally pulled into the bike garage parking lot. He cut the engine and engaged the parking brake.
“Ah, sweet freedom,” I said with a grin. “Oh my God.”
“What?”
I pointed to the green truck in the corner of the lot. “That’s mine!” I got out of and ran to my truck and all but flung myself across the hood. “I’ve missed you!”
Colt chuckled from somewhere behind me, but I didn’t care.
“Give me the keys,” I demanded, looking at him, my cheek still pressed to the faded paint.
“One condition,” he said, reaching into his jeans pocket. “You don’t go for a joy ride and then decide to leave town.”
I held up my cast wrist. “Have you forgotten how hard it will be to drive stick?”
His smile was slow. “I dunno, babe. You handled my stick well the other night.”
“Oh good, I see we’ve entered the teasing, juvenile sexual innuendo phase of our relationship.”
Colt’s brown eyes rested on me, warm with amusement.
“What?”
“You admitted we’re in a relationship.”
I rolled my gaze heavenward as I pulled myself off the truck hood. “You gonna show me the ropes or what?”
Colt came to me and in a possessive gesture, slid his arm around my shoulder and guided me inside the office that was already open, the smell of fresh coffee permeating the air. Boxer was at the desk, his gaze glued to the screen. He typed something and then rubbed his eyes. Looking up at Colt, he grimaced. “Damn spreadsheets.” He looked at me. “Morning, darlin’. How ya doin’?”
