“I wasn’t intending on sleeping anywhere else.”
“Good.” His hand drops as I turn to leave. I feel his eyes on me, hot and needy. My stomach tightens and heat pools between my legs at the memory of his hands on my skin, his eyes focused on me as if I’m the center of his world.
I turn and catch him subtly readjusting himself in his pants. I’ve become braver during the past few weeks after realizing my man loves it dirty. So after making sure Cora and Joce are distracted, I place a finger on my lips, suck on it and then blow him a kiss. He takes a step toward me, his body coiled tight but halts mid-stride, darting a glance at the girls. He coughs into his fist.
“You will pay for that, Snowflake,” he signs, his chest heaving with ragged breaths.
I giggle and sign back, “Is that a promise or a threat?”
He narrows his eyes at me. “A promise.”
“I’ll make sure you follow through on it.”
He shakes his head, props his fists on his hips and looks at the evening sky as if he’s praying for strength.
After dinner, Sirius hops up on the couch, and stares at me as though to tell me he is glad to be here, and then curls up in the corner and shuts his eyes.
I fucking love being here too. This is everything I’ve ever wanted. Everything I will ever need. My life is in a great place right now. I still need to fly to New York to wrap up any pending issues at Lawrence and Barnes, and also pick up my things from the apartment Simon and I shared.
Last week Dad and I finally drove to Jacksonville to meet with the client who was interested in working with BH Architects. He was looking to buy a property overlooking St. John’s river in the central business area.
Right after dinner, the girls clear the table and then focus their attention on me.
“Daddy Cole? Stay here until we come and get you.” Cora signs, squinting up at me. “We have a surprise for you.”
“Sure.” My chest warms every time they call me Daddy Cole, knowing they are getting used to the idea of me being their dad.
They turn and dash upstairs without a backward glance. I smile, turning around and stroll into the kitchen. I stop at the counter, taking in the sight in front of me. Nor has added on a little more weight and she looks fucking amazing.
She’s elbow deep in bubbles, her head bowed as she washes the dishes. She has a thing for washing them by hand, even though she has a dishwasher. She says it’s relaxing and helps to sort out her thoughts.
I grab the dish towel from the counter and walk to her. Stopping behind her, I feel her body shiver with awareness, but she doesn’t turn around. I fist the tresses of hair flowing over her shoulder and lift them to the side. I press my mouth on her skin. So soft I just want to bite her, mark her. I inhale her scent deeply, and unable to help it, nip that luscious flesh with my teeth. Goose bumps pop along her arm. She leans her head back on my chest, giving me half her weight.
“You teased me,” I say, stroking my thumb against her throat. I know she’s moaning or groaning given the vibrations seeping through my fingers on her neck. I push my pelvis forward, grinding myself into her curvy little ass. “I should bend you over and fuck you right here for teasing me.”
Pink color flushes across her neck and the side of her cheek. She turns around to face me. Her mouth is parted, her quick breaths feathering my chin, and her perfect tits brushing against my chest.
She takes the dish towel from me, dries her hands, and then slings it over my neck. She tugs it a little, bringing my head close to hers and slants her face so I can read her lips. “Where are the girls?”
“Upstairs.”
She purses her lips, staring at me with those huge green eyes, which seem too big for her heart-shaped face. “Do you think we could get away with you doing that to me?”
“Do what? Fuck you?” I tease.
Her pupils dilate and her knees buckle. I use my thighs to support her weight. I’m so turned on right now, knowing that my words have that effect on her.
Her head bobs up and down quickly.
“Probably not. One of them will be coming down soon. Apparently they have a surprise for me.”
She drops her head on my shoulder and her body quakes with what I think is laughter. I pull her close and rub circles on her back.
“Do you mind sharing the joke?” I ask, amused. My hands skim the sides of her body and rest on her breasts, kneading them in my palms. I brush the pad of my thumbs over her nipples and I feel a shiver race through her body.
She lifts her head, her eyes dancing with laughter. “I hadn’t had sex in years. And then you came back to Willow Hill and I cannot stop wanting it every freaking second of the day. With you. And not just normal sex, the dirty kind.”
I raise an eyebrow. “So you just want me for my cock? I feel so used.”