“Damn right, it’sourhouse.”
“They why aren’t we having sex on our kitchen floor?”
“I’m out of condoms,” he said with a chuckle. “I have more in my dresser drawer upstairs.”
I inhaled a shaky breath as I forced myself to meet his gaze. “We don’t need them.”
“We don’t?” he asked, his tone equally as flat as mine.
“I get the shot. I’m—protected.”
“You sure?”
I nodded.
“What if something happens?”
“Then something happens.”
His mouth swooped in to take mine. For all his dominance, this kiss was sensual, tender. Full of emotion that wasn’t just about lust, but about something so much deeper.
Love.
It was about love.
It was about promise. A promise of the life we’d share together until death parted us.
I kissed him back just as eagerly, wrapping my arms around him. We sank to the floor. True to Colt’s fantasy, I was on top, straddling him, completely naked. Only he still had all his clothes on.
I helped remove them as fast as possible. Our eyes met, our fingers grazed skin. I took him into my body with no barriers between us. All our walls were down.
“Christ.” He swallowed. His brown eyes looked bright against his skin.
I’d never felt anything like it. I’d never been with a man without a condom. It was the ultimate bond of trust between us.
This beautiful, inked, criminal wanted to protect and shield me. He wanted a family with me. He wanted a life with me, and I wanted one with him.
Emotion that I had beaten back suddenly trailed down my cheeks. Colt’s hands reached up to cradle my face, his thumbs brushing my tears away. When we came, we came together, and my heart was no longer mine, but had been given fully to the man beneath me.
I rested my cheek against his skin and closed my eyes. I breathed him in, savoring the moment, knowing that when we put our clothes back on we’d go back to being Colt and Mia. For now, we were just two hearts beating as one; bare, naked, unprotected.
“Was it everything you hoped it would be?” I asked, finally lifting my face and setting my chin on his breastbone.
He tilted his chin to peer down at me, a slight grin on his lips. “It was better. I should’ve known it would’ve been that way. It was a damn good fantasy come to life.”
I smiled and slowly raised myself off him.
“Ah, I need a towel,” I said, feeling my cheeks flush. “I’m kinda…”
“Kinda what?”
“You’re all—ah…”
He laughed, a large booming sound that I swore shook the walls of the house.
“Dish towel hanging from the oven.”
He got up and looked around for his boxers. Colt was just sliding into them when the front door opened, causing Colt and I to look at each other in confusion. Just in the nick of time, I managed to dive behind Colt’s huge, brawny form before Zip strolled in.