“Isn’t that the opposite of going to bed?” She says with a laugh.
“I’m not going another hour without seeing you. Stay on the phone with me, I’m heading your way.” I throw my wallet in my back pocket, put my shoes on, all while still on the phone with Lyla. My body is yearning for hers, to feel her against mine, and to hold her through the night.
“Are you sure? I know you’ve had a busy week,” I can hear the smile that Lyla has in her voice through the phone.
“Promise. I’m going to hang up now. I’ll see you in about ten minutes, babe.”
“See you soon,” she hangs up, I pull up her address on my GPS through my phone, then make my way to her.
9
Lyla
I jump out of bed, no longer tired. Nope, not at all. That happy dance I did before bed, well it’s definitely amplified now. I rush into the bathroom, run my hairbrush through my hair, brush my teeth, and then look at the pajamas I’m wearing. “Shit,” I grumble. Having to put a bra on, even if it is one without wires is still going to suck.
Stomping out of the bathroom, I take my shirt off, pull a bra over my head, and put my shirt back on.
The doorbell going off to my two-story town home has me stopping my tantrum, one much like Clairabella would have if she didn’t get what she wanted.
“Coming!” I say as I rush down the stairs to get to the door. I’m wearing my normal pajamas, an oversized shirt with a pair of sleep shorts. When I open the door, I see Colt standing there looking like sex on a stick, his long and lean body is encased in clothes that only accentuate his appearance. Nothing like the disheveled mess I surely look like.
Colt smirks, as if he’s thinking the same thing I am. Apparently the both of us have the same mind when it comes to one liners, especially about coming.
“Damn, babe. Look how gorgeous you are,” he grunts as he crowds me inside the foyer. He’s so close his scent is surrounding me, the smell of crisp winter and the undertones of motor oil from him working on cars.
“Oh, this old thing,” I joke with a smile.
“Come on, let’s get to bed. I know you’re tired, how much have you been working lately?” His eyebrow lifts up and I’m caught. While Colt wasn’t working in the office, I got there early and stayed late to finally catch up.
“Can you really tell how tired I am?” I ask.
“Lyla, the circles under your eyes tell me everything. It also lets me know I won’t be leaving you for two days straight again. I’m praying like hell you at least ate,” he grouses.
“Hmph, I did eat though. Sleep isn’t always easy for me to come by though.” I lock the deadbolt to the front door, I take Colt’s hand and lead him up the stairs. My house is decorated with things I’ve picked up along the way from traveling. It’s eclectic and definitely colorful, but my prized possessions are definitely the memories that I’ll hold onto forever.
When we reach my room, Colt steps out of his shoes, slides his jeans down his body, and rips his tee shirt off.
My mouth is hanging open once he’s undressed and ready to slide into bed. I’m just standing by the bed staring at Colt in all of his glory. His skin is dark, so much darker than my own. His washboard stomach doesn’t have just six lines, oh no, he has eight, and I want to lick each and every one of them.
“Get in bed, babe,” Colt grunts.
I whip out of my own thoughts and scurry to my side of the bed.
“You can’t blame a girl for looking, Colt,” I reply with the sass my momma gave me.
“Not complaining, babe. You’re dead on your feet. I’ll give us what we both want, in due time,” he responds.
“Oh, okay. Goodnight, Colt,” I mumble out while yawning.
“Night, Lyla,” he kisses my forehead as he snuggles into me. Being held like this, surrounded by his warmth, it’s out of this world amazing.
10
Colt
I wake up in Lyla’s bed, not alone. Thank fuck, but what I wake up to is Lyla squirming against my leg. I can feel her heat searing me through her sleep shorts.
“Babe, you got to wake up,” I rasp out, not wanting to wake her up abruptly from what has to be an erotic dream. I’m not that strong, if she keeps this up, I know what I’ll do. I’ll flip her over and fuck her, something I know she wants but I’m trying to take my time, not let my dick lead me around.
“Colt,” she moans out.
“Fuck it,” I grumble out. I move her so she’s flat on her back, her hips are rocking in thin air, and I’ll be damned if I allow her to come on her own.