“Colt –”
His hand slid down my side and he lifted his head so his eyes could watch it move. “What’s this?”
I looked down wondering if I spilled coffee on my top, it wouldn’t have been the first time.
“What?”
“What you’re wearing.”
I looked back at his face. “Yoga outfit.”
His eyes moved to mine. “I like it.”
“Colt –”
“It’s tight,” he noted, his hand moving along the material at my ribs.
“Colt –”
His hand moved up and I drew in breath when he palmed my breast and his fingertips slid across the top edge of my yoga camisole. “Cleavage.”
I couldn’t help it, I smiled. “You act like you’ve never seen cleavage before.”
“Seen it, even seen a hint of yours, baby. But never had you in my bed so I could see it close up.”
He had but just not recently.
“Colt –”
“And touch it.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Nice,” he finished.
His word gave me a curl between my legs.
Still, I said, “You have bad guys to pursue and I have to make you breakfast so you don’t faint from malnutrition while doing it so let me up.”
He grinned at me. “Never fainted in my life, Feb.”
“Well, let’s not start today.”
He didn’t stop grinning when his head bent and he kissed me. It wasn’t brief, a touch of the tongues but deep and thorough and I liked it so much, I lifted my hand and slid it into his hair to lock his mouth to mine.
When he was done with my mouth, he pulled away, his eyes scanned my face and his expression got serious.
“We need to talk, Feb.”
Shit. He was right. Still, I didn’t want to talk, not then, not ever. I was willing to ride this out, see where it went, bear the consequences if it went bad. But I didn’t want to talk about it.
“I’ll make reservations at Costa’s tonight,” he went on.
“Costa’s?” I whispered, forgetting I didn’t want to talk.
As I mentioned, I loved Costa’s and hadn’t been there for years, not since Mom and Dad’s 40th Wedding Anniversary.
His grin came back and he said, “Yeah.”
“Morrie took Dee and the kids there last night.”
“I know. Morrie isn’t fucking around in his quest to take the ‘trial’ out of their trial reconciliation.”
“I noticed,” I replied but I was thinking about Colt and me at Costa’s.
You didn’t mess around when you went to Costa’s. Anyone seeing us there would know it was a date or possibly think we were back together. And the last couple of days it seemed even though it was weird that Colt and I were dating. And last night it couldn’t be denied, Colt and I had gotten back together.
And I liked that idea so much I didn’t give a thought to the talk that would happen at Costa’s.
Instead, I thought of something else.
I’d have to wear something other than jeans and a t-shirt or sweater or cardigan and I hadn’t worn something other than that in so long I didn’t even know what I owned that I could wear. And I didn’t want to go to my place to find out.
Then it hit me.
Jessie.
Jessie would see me through this latest trauma. Jessie was a master shopper. Mimi could kick the shit out of a catalogue but Jessie knew every mall from here to Chicago like the back of her hand.
“Hello? February? Are you in the room?” Colt called and his face wasn’t serious anymore when I focused on him.
“I need to call Jessie.”
His eyebrows drew together. “Honey, how did Costa’s and us talking bring you to Jessie?”
“I need something to wear.”
His head jerked with surprise then his face grew soft then he kissed me again, rolling into me, his hands moving on me, he was taking this somewhere.
Before it got there, I broke my mouth from his and whispered, “Colt, the door’s open and my parents are on the pull out.”
His neck twisted and he looked at the door before his eyes returned to me. “Got a rule, baby. Jack and Jackie are in the house, you’re in my room, you close the door. Yeah?”
He was being very bossy. Furthermore, you could hear everything in that house. The door could be closed and we could prop a mattress against it and Mom and Dad would be able to hear every word, every sound.
Still, without hesitation I said, “Yeah.”
He rolled again, over me and off the side, his hands firm on me and taking me with him to put me on my feet. Then he turned me around and slapped my ass.
“Make me breakfast,” he ordered and I threw him a look over my shoulder and wished I hadn’t. I’d seen a lot of his body when he wandered around in his shorts but I hadn’t seen it all. I wasn’t wrong that it was great, even better than when he was a young athlete in his prime. Unbelievable.