“It wasn’t a good marriage. I’ll tell you about it one day, but not now. Tonight, I want to have dinner with my girlfriend.” I nod and kiss him one more time before getting up from his lap.
I’m still full from the snacks and drinks I had at the game, so I only prepare a plate for him. I slice the chicken and add the mixed veggies and a few potatoes.
He thanks me when I put it in front of him, and he pulls me back onto his lap. He offers me a piece of chicken, and the gesture is so unexpected, that I accept. He kisses the back of my neck, and a shiver runs down my spine.
“Are we sharin’? I think I like us using one plate.” He offers me another bite but I shake my head.
“No, I’m full from all the food at the game.”
“Good. I like knowing that I took care of you, just like you’re taking care of me right now.” He eats but he pulls me fully into his chest. For the first time in a long time, I relax against a man.
“You want some water?” I ask him a few minutes later.
“Thanks, darlin’. I’d love some.” He releases his arm from around me, and I go to the fridge.
“Don’t call me darlin’,” I warn him.
“There’s my girl,” he says with a smirk. “You’re right,” he says right before he shoves a fork full of food into his mouth. “This is delicious by the way, dumplin’.” I miss a step on the way back to the table. He reaches out with one of his long arms and takes the bottle of water from me.
“Dumplin’ is worse than darlin’,” I tell him. He grabs my wrist and pulls me back to his lap. I rest my head in the center of his chest.
“That’s what Daddy would call Mama.” He lets out a loud chuckle. “He’d say, ‘honey dumplin’, we gotta go. You’re already the prettiest girl in all of Alabama.’ Mama was always late for everythin’. Still is.” He dropped his voice a few octaves when he quoted his father.
“Don’t you ever call me honey dumplin’,” I warn.
“I won’t. You’re my darlin’, not my dumplin’.”
I turn in his arms and lock eyes with him. His eyes are so brown, they’re almost black.
“You always figure out a way to get what you want, don’t you?” I ask him. He gives me that playful grin.
“Always, darlin’.” He exaggerates the last word.
“Remember what I told you. You have one chance.”
“That’s all I need.” I caress his chin. It’s already turned red and imagine it will turn an ugly shade of blue by tomorrow. I leave him only to return with the ice pack. He hisses when I put it to his chin, wraps a hand around my wrist, and pulls the ice pack off.
“Do you know what I need right this second?” he asks. He pushes his now empty plate aside. I imagine him throwing me on the table and having his way with me.
“What do you need?” I can hear the huskiness in my own voice.
“It’s wet, but warm. It’s sweet like molasses. I want this, darlin’.” He cups my pussy over my jeans. “I’m ready for dessert. Putthison my face.”
Without another word, he stands with me still in his arms and carries me to the bedroom. Once I have my jeans and jersey removed, he pulls down my black silk panties. My bra goes next. He cups my breasts before he bends his head to kiss them.
I let out a loud shriek when he picks me up and throws me on the bed. He jumps in right after me, gets on his back, and pulls me on top of him. His hand finds its way between my legs, spreading my pussy apart before sticking two fingers in.
“Hot and wet,” he says against the side of my neck. He slowly takes his fingers out and puts them in his mouth. “And sweet. More, Queen. Put it on your man’s face.”
So, I do as my man asks. He holds my hips, and I hover above his face while he feasts on me. His tongue is magic. He teases my clit and my entrance. One of his hands finds its way between my ass cheeks. I tense, but he slaps my ass and says, “Relax, baby. It’s okay.” His tongue hits my clit right before he takes it between his teeth.
“Oh, Colt,” I moan as I come on his face.
He flips us over, and I’m suddenly on my back with him on top of me. He traces his tongue on my neck and licks down to my breast. He takes that same stiff nipple into his mouth and sucks on it hard. My hand finds its way into his hair, and I sigh at the hotness of his mouth on my skin. It’s been too long since I’ve enjoyed being with a man as much as I enjoy being with Colt. And it’s too soon to admit this to him, but it’s so much more than physical.
“I like being here with you. In your bed with your feminine sheets that smell like roses. And your soft, little body. I want to touch you all night.” He runs his hand down my sides and cups one butt cheek. I lick my lips and wait for him to kiss me. He doesn’t. He gives me that boyish smile. The one that’s crooked despite his perfect features. I reach up and touch his straight nose, trace my finger down his cheek and across his full bottom lip.
“Kiss your man, darlin’.” He holds his lips away from mine. He’s so close, I smell myself on his breath, but he won’t get close enough to kiss me. He holds my stare and waits. I know what he wants. By making the move to kiss him, I’d be confirming what we talked about in the kitchen. But when I feel how hard and strong he is on top of me. When I inhale his scent and feel his warm hand on my skin, I realize that I want this man. Even if it’s not forever, I want this. I move just a fraction and graze my lips against his.
