I choke on my champagne. “Umm…”
“Relax and let me take care of you.”
Well, when he puts it that way. I recline against the pillow and spread my legs in invitation. He proceeds to clean me, just a gentle swipe at first. It’s warm but my sensitive flesh has been put through the ringer. A hiss scrapes up my throat.
Colton’s motions halt immediately. “Too much?”
“Just sore.” I guzzle more bubbly. “Out of practice, remember?”
He drops a kiss to my bent knee. “That won’t be a problem ever again.”
I sigh in agreement. “You’ve broken me in like a docile filly.”
“Hardly.” But there’s a smile in his voice.
Once I’m wiped down, Colton tosses the rag aside. A chill settles over me in the absence of the heat. I shiver, just noticing the sweat drying on my body. He immediately drapes a long-sleeve flannel over my shoulders to chase off the cold.
Warmth swaddles me and I exhale. The large size hangs off my smaller frame. Based on the rumble coming off Colton, this must be his shirt. It’s cozy and toasty and doused in his cologne. I never want to take it off.
“Didn’t think you could get any hotter, but you in my clothes is the ultimate fantasy.”
I bury my nose in the soft fabric. “Yeah?”
“I’m even willing to cover your naked curves to get the full impact.” He finishes snapping the front shut. “Damn, you’re sexy.”
“Thank you. For everything.” I burrow deeper into the bundle of comfort. Safety and contentment swaddle me as well.
But then he whips out one of my favorite snacks. “Hungry?”
My jaw drops at the same time my stomach growls. “I could eat.”
Colton opens the bag of Ruffles and container of Top the Tater. With the practiced precision of a lifelong Minnesotan, he dips a chip to coat it with the ideal amount of seasoned sour cream. My mouth waters as he holds the goodness aloft to feed me.
I moan while chewing. “Damn, that hits the spot. You’re very prepared.”
“To handle your needs,” he finishes.
Instinct has me parting my lips to accept another dipped chip. “My stalker boyfriend is such a planner.”
Colton tips his head, watching me devour the food. “Boyfriend, huh?”
“Isn’t that what you are?” I shrug into the bulk of my borrowed shirt.
“It’ll do for now.”
I snag the Ruffles and serve him a perfect bite. He accepts it without hesitation, but I don’t miss the cringe tightening his features. It reminds me of the elaborate breakfast he made to solely appease my tastes.
“What’s your favorite thing to eat?”
“Your pussy.” His gaze dips between my legs as if searching for his next meal.
I nudge his shoulder. “Real food, Stalker.”
The hunger leeches out of his expression. “Protein.”
Which this snack most certainly isn’t. “More for me.”
“It’s all for you, Princess.”
