“I would deserve it.”
“I also wore something special for you.”
“The dress is very nice and you’re gorgeous.”
I turned to look at him. “It’s not the dress I’m talking about.”
“Ohhh, woman,” he growled. He came up behind me. His lips moved to my earlobe. “Cody’s out all night,” he said quietly against my skin.
“Yeah?”
“There’s only one thing I want for dinner,” he whispered against my ear.
I shuddered. I didn’t get the chance to respond before his hands found my hips and he lifted me clean off the floor and set me on the kitchen counter like I weighed nothing. The edge of the granite was cool through the thin fabric of my dress. I made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a laugh.
“Colt!”
“The pasta can wait,” he said.
“It’ll overcook.”
“We’ll make more.” He stepped between my knees, spreading them with his body. His hands slid up the outside of my thighs, pushing the hem of my dress up as they went. His eyes never left mine. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
“You forgot I existed,” I reminded him.
“And I’ve been thinking about making it up to you ever since.” His fingers found the waistband of the pale blue satin I’dbought specifically for him to see and take off me. He looked down and went completely still.
I watched his jaw tighten.
“Summer Banks,” he said quietly.
“I told you it wasn’t the dress.”
He exhaled slowly through his nose, his thumbs tracing the lace edging at my hips with a reverence that made my breath catch. He was taking his time on purpose. Making me feel every single second of his attention.
“You wore this for me,” he said.
“I did.”
He looked up at me with that slow, devastating smile.
“Turn off the stove,” I told him.
He did as I asked and then returned to me. “Lift,” he commanded.
I did what he asked, holding my weight on my arms while he peeled off the pretty panties. Then the dress was lifted over my head and he very carefully laid it over the back of the barstool. I felt mildly ridiculous wearing nothing but the flimsy bra while sitting on his kitchen counter.
He looked at me with hunger in his eyes before he dropped to his knees on the kitchen floor.
My breath left my body completely.
CHAPTER 44
COLT
Iwas pretty sure I’d never seen anything more perfect in my life. I’d been a distracted, thoughtless idiot and I planned on making it up to her.
I dropped to my knees on the tile floor. The hard surface was a reminder of my knees, which were still sore. I ran my palms up the inside of her legs slowly, watching her stomach tighten with the movement. Her skin was soft and smooth and she smelled delectable.