For anything.
When she came into view a second later, her gorgeous mane of red hair flowing around her, green eyes sparkling, I couldn’t say I cared. The woman still made me swallow my tongue every damn day.
“Babe, we’re not late yet,” she replied with a smile, crossing the room to wrap her arms around my shoulders.
My hands slid down her back, drawn to her luscious ass.
We could stand to be a few minutes late.
“Ew gross, do you guys always have to do that?” Tatum groaned, walking into the room with a half-eaten sandwich in one hand and a chocolate milk in the other.
I grumbled my protest at having to stop exploring my wife’s curves and turned my gaze to my son. “You about ready?”
He shrugged. “I’m ready. It’s Gracie that takes forever.”
This was true. My girl took after my wife in more ways than one.
“Gracie! We gotta roll!” I hollered up the stairs.
“Coming!” she called a second before I heard her feet on the stairs, followed by the much more uncoordinated clatter of our bullmastiff, Chase. Losing Chief a few years back had been hard for the whole family, especially Scarlet. It was only recently she’d felt ready to get another dog.
Still in his awkward puppy phase and frequently having trouble putting one foot in front of the other, Chase provided a lot of entertainment. He was a good dog.
My gaze narrowed the second I saw Gracie dressed in jean shorts that were way too short, cowgirl boots, and a tank top. I could feel my blood pressure go up several notches. At thirteen, with my wife’s red hair and green eyes my daughter was a knockout. “Go upstairs and change,” I ordered immediately.
She looked down at her outfit and then up at me. “Daddy.” She stomped her foot. “There is nothing wrong with my outfit!”
“There’s not enough of it!” I bit back.
“Babe,” Scarlet’s soft voice cut in, her hand on my chest. “Let’s get going. She’s dressed fine,” she added in a response I heard all too often.
“She’s showing way too much skin,” I growled before growing suspicious. “Who’re you dressing up for anyway?” I demanded.
She rolled her eyes with a huff. “Nobody, Daddy. This is a perfectly normal outfit.”
“One of these days your eyes are gonna roll right outta your head,” I grumbled.
Her eyes widened with that damn pleading look that got me every fucking time. “Please. I don’t really have time to change,” she implored.
I stared at the ceiling, searching for patience, knowing that I was a fucking pushover when it came to her. I always had been. Decision made, my head cocked toward the stairs. “Tell you what. Throw on one of those sweater things and we’ll be square, all right?”
Her brow wrinkled. “Sweater things?”
“He means a cardigan, honey,” Scarlet replied with a smothered grin.
What the fuck did I know about women’s clothes?
Gracie stomped back up the stairs as Tatum took Chase out back. I turned to Scarlet, all too eager for even a moment alone with my wife.
“You look hot,” I rumbled, stooping to rub my nose along her collarbone.
“So do you,” she replied breathlessly as her fingers dug into my shoulders. I wanted nothing more than to have those fingers digging into my ass as I powered deep inside her.
But I’d just have to wait.
I pulled back with a sigh. “We still picking up Amelia and Mia?” I asked after Wes and Connie’s girls.
She nodded. “Con just texted. They’ll be right behind us but I think it would help them out if we picked the kids up.”