Colters' Lady (Colters' Legacy #2)(55)

When the water grew too cool for her to bear, she stepped shivering from the shower and quickly wrapped herself in a towel to warm up.

She towel dried her hair and ran a comb through the curls until they held some semblance of order. Then she quickly dressed, eager to return to Michael and Dillon.

As she walked into the kitchen, she inhaled the aroma of cooking food and her mouth watered.

“It smells great. What are we having?” she asked as she slid onto a barstool beside Michael.

“Spaghetti,” Dillon said. “Not too fancy, but I was later getting home than I wanted. This is something that’s quick to whip up.”

“Mmm, it smells yum and I’m starving,” she admitted. “Michael promised me food. He said nothing about me having to service him.”

She worked to keep the betraying grin from her face as Michael turned his heated gaze on her.

“Servicing me. I like the sound of that. Maybe I should make a rule that you have to service me at varying intervals of the day.”

Dillon snorted. “You’ll wear her out.”

“On the contrary. I have a feeling she’d have me exhausted inside of a day,” Michael teased.

“And when do I get serviced?” she asked innocently.

Dillon’s gaze smoldered. “Any damn time you want, sweetness. I’m at your beck and call any time you find yourself in need.”

She’d have to be dead not to respond to that. Her ni**les tightened all over again and desire that she’d thought completely satisfied pooled in her belly and swelled outward at alarming speed.

Dillon finally dropped his gaze and pulled out a noodle from the pot of boiling water to test it. Then he picked up the pot and went to the sink to pour it into the colander.

“Seth called earlier to say he’d be in tonight,” Dillon said.

“Oh that’s wonderful!” Lily exclaimed. “I think I’ll stay up for him. Did he say when he’d get in? And did he get everything settled in Denver?”

She hadn’t realized how anxious she sounded until Michael slid his hand over her shoulder and squeezed reassuringly.

Dillon smiled as he piled three plates high with spaghetti and ladled the thick sauce over the top.

“It’ll be after supper sometime. He was leaving as I left the pub. He didn’t have much stuff to move so he’s dragging a trailer with his truck. He said he gave notice and gave his landlord the keys, so it looks like he’ll be back for good.”

Lily clapped her hands together in delight, joy and such deep contentment squeezing her heart.

“I’m so glad. Now we can all be together.”

Michael and Dillon exchanged smiles. “Yeah, sweetness. We’ll all be together now,” Dillon said.

It was late when Seth pulled into Dillon’s drive. He parked way over to the side and didn’t even bother unhooking the trailer. He was tired and more than a little eager to see Lily after being gone for three days.

He got out and headed toward the front door. The outside light had been left on for him, but the interior looked dark. Disappointment gripped him at the thought of her being asleep already.

He let himself into the living room and quietly closed the door behind him. A lamp burned in the corner and it was there in the soft illumination that he saw Lily curled on the couch, her head resting softly on the arm.

He smiled. She’d waited up for him but had fallen asleep.

Tenderness filled him as he walked slowly in her direction. For a long moment, he stood over her, simply watching the slight rise and fall of her chest.

Then as if sensing his presence, she stirred and opened her eyes. Her smile was immediate and warmed him through. Her face lit up, and she shot to her feet before he could put out a hand to stop her.

She threw her arms around him and hugged him fiercely.

“I’m so glad you’re home,” she whispered. “I missed you so much.”

He gathered her in his arms and just held her, enjoying the feel of her against his body. He kissed the top of her head and laid his cheek against her hair.

“I missed you too, baby.”

To his utter surprise, she pulled away and then leaned up to take his mouth in a fierce, possessive kiss. Her mouth was hot and wet against his and then moved to kiss a path down his jaw and to his neck.

She sank her teeth into the column of his neck and nibbled her way further down his chest. She tore impatiently at his shirt as if she couldn’t wait to touch him.

“Take your clothes off,” she urged in a husky, passion-filled voice. “Hurry.”

He was already hard—painfully so, and he wasted no time shucking his shoes, pants and shirt. Before he could reach for his underwear, she was there, sliding her hands into the waistband and pulling downward to free his cock.

Her hands closed around his length and then her mouth, hot and lush, covered the head, sucking him deep.

He slid his hand into her hair to steady himself. His knees shook so badly that it was a wonder he didn’t hit the floor.

She sank onto the couch, pulling his hips forward so he remained in her mouth. He leaned, propping his hands on the back of the sofa to brace himself, forcing her back.

“Damn,” he murmured. “If this is the kind of homecoming I can look forward to, I’m going to make it a point to leave more often.”

Her hands were everywhere, over his ass, stroking down his sides then back to cup his behind, squeezing and kneading as she sucked him with her wicked mouth.