Page 100 of Situationship
“Someone left it in my laundry room. Sexiest damn calling card I’ve ever seen.”
“I’ve been looking for that.”
“Then I guess I’m in possession of stolen property.” He kissed her bare shoulder. “And there won’t be any rushing tonight. Tonight’s going to be slow and tender.”
“I like slow and tender,” she breathed.
“I know you do,” he said.
She snatched back the thong, but he held tight. “Did you go on a panty hunt?” she asked.
“I did. Then I found this and kept it in my pocket for the past week, picturing you in nothing but this and that sweatshirt you stole.”
“You gave it to me,” she said primly.
“Only because I could see right through your shirt.” She wondered if his X-ray vision was kind of like his body heat, which she could feel going right through her dress.
“You were looking?”
He popped the first button on her sundress. “I couldn’t not. Then I dreamed about you in nothing but my clothes and these.”
He dangled the thong from his finger. “Only problem is, it doesn’t smell like you anymore.”
“I think we can rectify that.” She stood and hiked her dress up, just enough to bare her thighs. Gaze locked on his, she did a little shimmy and slid the red and white stripes down her legs. When she came up, her thong was dangling from her fingers. “Is this better?”
He released a groan that was a thousand percent unadulterated, male appreciation. “You make everything better. Come here.” He held the panties out for her.
She put one foot in, then the other, watching him as he slid the yellow lace up her legs and around her hips.
“You’re usually taking those off.”
“I want to see this on you first—then we’ll decide if it comes off.”
* * *
Sometime later, Teagan came awake. It was well past midnight, and the house was quiet. Except for Colin’s steady, rhythmic breathing. They were on his office couch, no blankets, with only each other’s body heat for warmth.
Not that there was a heat problem. She was wrapped in a big, hot, Colin burrito, locked in a game of big spoon, little spoon, where her bum was pressed against his erection, and his hand was cupping her breast like he owned it.
Oh, and they were naked. Well, he was naked; she still had on the thong, which he said he wanted back in the morning. She was interested to know how he planned on taking it off.
His phone buzzed again so she tried to quietly slip out of his vise-like hold. But his arm tightened, locking her tightly against him.
“Ignore it,” he said, his voice sleep-roughened.
“It might be Maddison or one of the girls.”
“Who are all next door with your sister.” He nuzzled her hair, placing open-mouthed kisses down the back of her neck. While his lips caused her eyes to slide shut, his thumb traced the sliver of skin under her breast, teasing her wide awake. She arched into him, which caused her backside to press firmly against his front side.
“Teagan,” he groaned. “Much more of that and this will be a one-sided game of naked Tetris.”
Teagan froze as Maddison’s statement crashed around in her head.“He doesn’t do long-term.”
His hands came to a stop. “You disappeared on me.”
She looked over her shoulder at him through her lashes. “Is that what this is?” she asked quietly. “A game?”
He studied her for a long moment, then kissed the tip of her nose. “Nothing about this is a game. Not to me.”
