“Move,” I say, and he shakes his head no. I try to push him out of the way. “I said move.”
He pulls me into his arms and holds me close. “Oh, baby.” He sticks his face in my neck. “This little jealous side of yours? I love it. It’s the most surprising thing about you.” He pulls away and grasps my chin. “You’re my girl.” He kisses my lips. “You’re my baby.” Another kiss. “My Honeybee.” He kisses me again.
I don’t kiss him back, so he slides his hand down my pants and strokes my clit through my underwear. I moan, and he sucks the base of my neck.
“You see how you made me chase you over here? I’ll always do that. I’ll always chase you. No one else.” He leaves my neck and kisses my lips. I finally kiss him back. I moan into his mouth and slide my hand through his hair. He moves his hand from my pants, and I groan in protest, but he lifts me off my feet, carries me out of the closet, and walks back to the bed, where he drops me, and I bounce. He pulls my pants off along with my panties, leaving me bare, and holds my stare while he strips himself of his clothes. By the time he slides between my legs, my pussy is a greedy, wet mess just waiting for him to slide inside. He pulls my shirt up and covers one of my breasts with his hand.
“Oh, yes,” I hiss when he slaps his stiff dick on my pussy. I spread my legs, and he rubs himself along my soaked entrance.
“This is only for you,” he whispers in my ear before he slides inside, and I forget everything.
“What the hell?” I ask a couple of hours later. I lift the lid off my large saucepan and smell the basil chicken. “Where did that come from?” He only left the apartment for less than five minutes. There’s no way he could go home and come back in that short time. He didn’t even bother to put on his coat when he left, and it’s five degrees outside.
He looks down at the large suitcase and duffel bag.
“I need clothes, Honeybee. I don’t have the luxury of wearing your clothes like you do with mine.” He blows me a kiss. After turning down the burner under the skillet, I decide to follow him into my bedroom.
The bed is still a mess from when we made love earlier. While he was inside of me, he repeatedly told me that I was the only one for him. When he wasn’t whispering in my ear, he was kissing me.
He’s inside my walk-in closet now, and I lean against the door. He whistles while he hangs up shirts and dress pants. I didn’t notice a garment bag, and he takes out two suits to hang. Once he’s done, he leaves the closet and kisses my forehead on his way out. He pulls underwear and socks out of his duffel and puts them in my top drawer. Then he removes his shirt and pants and puts on lounge pants and a plain black long-sleeved tee.
“Want me to set the table?” He rubs his hands together and walks out of the room. “I’m starving.” He doesn’t wait for an answer. He looks through my cabinets and finds plates, glasses, and silverware.
Chapter 40
Colin
I don’t remember the last time I got excited about a day like today. Last year, I did the obligatory flowers, candy, and dinner with Esme, but I only went through the motions. It didn’t help that she picked a fight because I sent her chocolates when I should have known she didn’t eat sugar.
I shake my head clear of that. That was a year ago, and I’m in a much healthier place and in a relationship with a woman who doesn’t cause drama just for the sake of causing drama.
God, I’ve missed her these past five days. I had to fly out to a site with another architect earlier in the week, and then I sat in the hospital while Uncle Milton had his surgery. Since they caught the cancer early, he only stayed in the hospital for two nights. His post-op treatment will only include a few sessions of radiation and no chemotherapy. He has twenty-four-hour nurses at home, a chef, and a housekeeper to care for him. He’s home and comfortable and knows I won’t be back to see him until tomorrow.
I still haven’t seen Brynne, and I’ve been back in the office for thirty-three minutes. She’s meeting with a client in one of the conference rooms, and I know if I go in there, I won’t be able to not kiss her.
My door opens, and Heath walks in with a coffee mug. He puts it on my desk, claps like a little girl, then runs around it and practically tackles me while I’m still seated in my chair.
“You won’t believe this,” he whispers. “Ice Princess has two dozen pink roses in her office. There’s also this other bouquet with a strange orange flower I’ve never seen before.”
That strange orange flower is called tiger lily, but I keep my mouth shut. It was hell trying to get them this time of year.
“Who is sending her flowers? Of course, Ernestine has none,” he says with a cackle. I ignore him. “And we’re having a little party here this afternoon. You know what you used to do in school? It was my idea. I have to go set it up.” Thankfully, he leaves without another word.
After about another thirty minutes, I hear her voice in the hallway. I see her say goodbye to the clients at my office door. She looks my way, gives me a sly smile, and goes to her office. I follow her and lock her door.
She runs into my arms, and I lift her off her feet. When I put her down, I kiss her senseless. My body wakes up, and I’d take her here, but she has no couch, and I know how loud she gets. I’m exhausted and don’t have the bandwidth to remember to cover her mouth.
“I’ve missed you so much,” I say against her mouth.
“Me too. Happy Valentine’s Day,” she says. “I want you to come home with me, and I’ll cook you dinner.”
I shake my head no. “I want to take you out.” True to our word, we’ve kept our relationship quiet at work, but outside, we do everything together. We have dinner out, and we haven’t spent a night apart outside these past five days. “Then I want to take you to bed.”
She pulls away and strokes my hair. “But you look exhausted, baby. Have the food delivered, and we’ll stay in. Compromise.”
“My place since it’s closer,” I say as I kiss her neck.
“My place because that’s where your present is.” I groan, but I’m excited to see what she got me. “And I love my flowers.”