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“You’re so easy to tease.” He leaned down and kissed the tip of my nose. The last person who had done that had been Dean when I was nineteen.
“Lift up your shirt.” He began to pull the plastic wrap out, “Not that high!” He practically shouted as I pulled it breast level. “Keep yourself covered. Jesus, woman, you’re trying to kill me here.”
“What?” I honestly didn’t know what the problem was. “Geez, you do boob jobs. How do you manage to do those without looking at them?”
“The boobs I work on are not attached to you.”
“So?”
“Do you have any idea what it was like having your soft body thrown over mine like a blanket all night and not being able to touch you?”
“You were touching me,” I said with a straight face.
“Not…even…funny,” he frowned. He began to wrap the plastic wrap around my waist by walking around me. I kept my hands up so I could hold my shirt out of the way. When he got to my stomach, he paused. A muscle ticked in his jaw as he began to move and covered my belly ring.
“You really like that, don’t you?”
“What?” he asked gruffly.
“My piercing.”
He glanced up, “I don’t want to talk about that.” I giggled briefly as he went around my body two more times. “Is that too tight?”
“No, it’s snug but not bad.”
“Alright, don’t let the water hit it too long, but you should be good enough for a quick shower. I’ll change your dressing when you get out.”
Colt left me alone, and I went into the bathroom. He had placed my shampoo, conditioner, body soap, and razor in the shower. Well, wasn’t that thoughtful?
The hot water felt amazing as it fell from the wide shower head. The one in my shower barely squirted water out, and it was lukewarm at best.
I sat on the toilet with the towel wrapped around my body as I brushed out my hair. My brush was something else he had brought, along with my toothbrush, paste, and my deodorant. I could only surmise that he appreciated clean women.
I paused as I wondered what kind of women he normally dated. I assumed they were probably rich women with perfect bodies. I bet none of them had any scars on their stomachs.
Colt knocked on the door, “You almost done?”
“Yeah, give me a moment.” I stood up too fast and began to lose my balance.
Colt threw the door open immediately when he heard my brush strike the sink. In a few steps, he had his arms around my waist, “Come on, I think you might have overdone it.”
“No, I stood up too quickly. I’m alright.”
“I’m not taking any chances,” Colt slipped one of his arms down to my knees and lifted me into his arms as if I were a child and not a full-grown woman.
He carried me to the bed and set me down, but as he began to let go, my towel caught and pulled open, exposing my breasts. He sucked in a quick breath and stopped moving.
“Jesus, you are beautiful,” he said so softly I wouldn’t have heard him if he were any further away.
I loved the way he looked at me. He gently stroked the side of my breast with two fingers, and I felt my insides tighten with desire. His thumb brushed my nipple, and it hardened instantly. His chest rose and fell faster, and I wanted to reach out to him, but I was afraid I would break the moment.
Colt sank to the edge of the bed and dipped his head down to my breast, circling my nipple with his tongue slowly. My head fell back against the pillow, and my hands clenched the sheets beside me. I’d never felt anything so damned amazing in all my life. He sucked my nipple into his mouth and suckled it for a moment, while his left hand caressed my other breast.
“Colt,” I whispered his name, and he paused. He pulled back gently, placing a single kiss on the top of my breast.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” He shifted away from me.
“No, you shouldn’t have stopped,” I said, frustrated, as I rolled my head to the side to see him better.
“Sit up, Ember. I need to get this wrap off you and change your dressing.”
I did as he asked and kept my mouth shut while he worked. I wanted so badly to run my hands over his head and pull his mouth back down to my chest. God, those few moments had been heaven.
“I have to go get lunch ready. My mother will be here soon.” He pulled the towel over my chest. “I’ll put a robe out for you, if you want to come out and say hello. You don’t have to, though.”
He turned to go, and I grabbed his arm, “Do you want me to? I can stay in here if you don’t want them to know I’m here.”
He stared at me for a few moments, but I couldn’t read the emotions that passed across his features. “I’d love for you to come out, but I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. I’m going to leave that up to you.”
He left without saying anything further, and I stared at the closed door for a long time wondering if I should go or not.
