Page 51 of Ricochet

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

They walked into Adelia’s bedroom, and her jaw dropped. “This isn’t how I remember leaving this place.”

“Clearly you weren’t planning on bringing anyone home,” Colin joked as they stared at a pile of unfolded laundry in the middle of her bed, the pair of pantyhose that she’d put on—and torn—then thrown across the room and were now half-dangling across her mirror.

“I wasreally upset at those hose,” she quickly added.

“Remind me not to piss you off.”

Adelia grabbed him around the waist, pulling him from her bedroom. “We’re re-routing. My couch is comfy.” But she wasn’t going to lie around her living room naked. This was so awkward. “I’m getting a shirt and jammy pants. Meet you there in a minute.”

“In a hundred years, I’d never have guessed that you’d say jammy.”

She laughed. “Don’t make me snap my pantyhose at you.”

Colin killed her laughter with a kiss, and once she was thoroughly melting against him, he gave her a quick peck. “Damn, you’re cute.” He let her go, walking down her hall. “You’re staring at my ass.”

“Absolutely.”

He chuckled, grabbing his clothes, and she spun from the door in disbelief that she’d admitted that out loud. Adelia grabbedcomfy clothes and called out as she pulled her pants on. “Jammy pants are in full effect.”

“Can’t wait.”

She nearly skipped to the living room, but he was in the kitchen, staring at his phone. “Everything okay?”

“Other than my boss is having a moment, and my flight leaves in about two hours, yeah.”

Her lips pouted. “Reality sucks.”

“That’s why I let my phone die.” Colin let his eyes driftover the fitted shirt she often wore to bed and the flannel pajama pants that matched. “Jammy pants.”

“Yup.”

“Those are worth the ass-ripping I’m gonna get.”

Her cheeks hurt from smiling. “You’re nuts.”

“What? Think about it.” He came closer, grabbing the snug waistband. “That string you tied into a bow is loose enough I could just rip down. That’s quite the oxymoron.”

She nodded sarcastically.“That was my devious plan: to arouse you with my shapeless flannel sleepwear.”

“Nothing about you is shapeless.” His fingers ran up her shirt, over her bra-less breast, and across the fabric to tease her other mound.

The outline of her nipples pressed against the cotton, and the sensation was a gentle turn on. Colin hadn’t bothered to button his shirt, and it draped over his sculpted shoulders,showcasing his rippled abdomen and etched chest. “I don’t want you to leave.”

“Wish I didn’t have to go.” The back of his knuckles ran up her neck, sliding along her jaw.

She sighed, eyes closing, nuzzling against his strong hand. “We have two hours?”

“Not really. That includes travel and check-in.”

“Makes sense.”

“Couch. Let’s go. You and these jammy pants are mine until the last minute.”He swept her into his arm and carried her to the couch, where he fell, making her squeal, but he braced them right before she thought they’d slam into the cushions. The landing was nothing but the sweet impact of Colin’s muscled body, and that she’d take any day.

He turned her to face him on the couch, and her hands drifted along his side.

“Are you okay?” he asked. “Sore or something?”

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