Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
The kitchen was warm and filled with delicious scents when Colton stepped inside, Hunter asleep and draped over his shoulder. “Damn, that smells incredible.” His deep voice danced over my skin, and I turned my gaze back to the bubbling sauce.
“Thanks. The tomatoes and herbs are from the garden.” I risked another look over my shoulder, and my belly clenched. Hell, my ovaries exploded at the sight of him hugging his son tight before he kissed the top of his head. “I made spaghetti Bolognese. Have fun?”
His smile nearly knocked me on my ass. “Yeah, it was a great time. He ran a little with Peanut Butter, and the joy in his face was a perfect memory.”
“Good. Looks like you wore him out.”
“Yeah, I’ll put him to bed and get cleaned up for dinner.”
I nodded and watched Colton walk away, my whole body on fire with need for him. Again. It was crazy how lust worked, how attraction worked. I mean, Travis was good-looking enough, but he didn’t stir my inner horn dog the way Colton did, didn’t make me want to strip my clothes off and be naughty all night long.
I dumped a tablespoon of salt into the water and froze as an idea came over me. A very naughty idea. I turned the sauce down to a simmer and turned off the burner under the pot of water, giving myself a mental pep talk about what I was about to do. I smiled and shook my head, but then I pushed my shoulders back and took the first step. And then the second step and the third.
Before I knew it, I was standing in front of Colton’s bedroom door with my heart beating so loudly that I could barely hear the shower inside the room. It’s now or never, Molly.
“It’s now,” I whispered and stepped inside, letting out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. The shower stopped, and after a momentary freakout, I undressed down to my underwear, thankful I’d worn something a little sexier after my shower.
I sat on the bed. Nope, too boring.
I laid across the bed. Too obvious.
I stood up and faced the bathroom door, nervous, anxious, and a complete mess on the inside. The door opened, and Colton was there, naked in nothing but a towel; his tan skin was still slightly damp, his muscles rippled, and his wet hair gave him a boyish appearance that kickstarted my heart into overdrive. “Damn,” I sighed. “I forget how gorgeous you are without your clothes.”
His lips curled into a lopsided smile. “Yeah? Because I never forget. Every time I close my eyes, there you are, naked and gorgeous. Aroused.”
I licked my lips at the sight of him and took a step forward.
“Don’t be shy, Mols. Come on, take what you want.”
“I want you,” I admitted.
“Then come and get me, sweetheart.”
I sucked in a deep breath, gathered up all my confidence, and then I did it; I went after what I wanted, all six-foot-plus of the hot cowboy single dad of my dreams.
Chapter 18
Colton
Molly was hesitant at first when she stepped up to me and put her hands on my bare chest. Her fingertips skittered over my pecs, and she smiled as she rubbed her thumbs over my nipples, making me hiss. “Beautiful,” she whispered, her voice full of awe.
“Think that’s my line,” I growled and fisted my hands at my side. It was so fucking hard not to touch her, but this was Molly’s seduction, and I was just along for the ride.
She shook her head, the smile growing along with her confidence. “Nope, I’m certain that’s my line. You are beautiful all over, Colt. Your body, for starters, is a fucking work of art.” She pressed a kiss to the spot dead center of my chest between my pecs and then my pecs. And then she flicked her tongue over one nipple and then the other. “But your face and all the lines in it show a man who has lived his life. Who has loved and lost, who has experienced everything this life has to offer.” She kissed my lips so softly that it took all the willpower I possessed not to grip her and yank her flush against me and have my way with her. “Colton.”
“Molly.”
She wrapped her arms around me and pressed her lips to mine again, but this wasn’t a sweet, soft kiss. Oh no, this was a spectacular, white-hot, set-your-soul-on-fire kind of kiss. The kind that you lean into, grip her hips, and pull her against your growing erection and kiss until you can’t breathe. “Wow,” she sighed as she pulled back, taking my towel with her. She was smiling and sucking down oxygen as she shook her head almost in disbelief. “That was one hell of a kiss.”