Drawing the number three, we repeated the process. I held up the paper and smiled. “My project,” I proclaimed with pride.
“It looks like something we had to do in grade school. What is with you and the numbers one, four, and three?”
Feeling my face blush, I started cleaning my hands to get the glue off. “You really don’t know what it means?”
“Nope. I know I’ve seen you write it on a bunch on your notes in high school.”
Closing my eyes, I shook my head. Another missing piece. That stupid idiot had no idea what I had been saying to him all through high school.
Turning and leaning against the sink, I gave Colt the sexiest smile I could. “I only wrote that in your notes, Colt. No one else’s.”
There went that damn smile of his. God, does he have any idea how sexy that crooked smile is? Does he know it melts my panties instantly?
“Oh yeah?” Colt asked as he pushed off the counter and made his way to me. Pulling me into his arms, he lifted me up and set me down on the countertop.
Slipping his hand through the leg of my shorts, Colt asked in almost a whisper, “What does it mean, Lauren?”
Dropping my head back, I felt him brush his fingers over my panties, causing my lower stomach to clench. “Oh, Colt. Yes.”
Pushing on my clit, I jumped. “Tell me, Lauren or I’ll stop.”
“It stands for I love you!” I called out as I attempted to get more friction against my sensitive numb.
Colt let out a growl and slipped my panties to the side, pushing his finger into my hotness. Letting out a hiss between my teeth, I begged for him to take me.
“Colt, please take me. Oh God, take me right here, right now!”
His lips moved to my neck as he kissed me tenderly. “Sweetheart, I wish like hell I had known what the three numbers meant because what we did today would have been done about three years ago.”
Placing my hands on his broad shoulders, I moved my hips. “More!” I panted out. Colt lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around him.
“Tell me what you want, Lauren. I don’t want you to be sore, sweetheart.”
Every time Colt called me sweetheart, my heart felt as if it was about to burst. No one had ever treated me the way Colt had in the last eight hours. I felt as if he adored not only my body, but my heart and soul as well.
“I want . . .”
Just as I was about to be brazen enough to tell him to fuck the shit out of me, the doorbell rang and Colt practically dropped me to the floor. “Your dad!”
Damn it all to hell! Just when I get all worked up. Letting out a frustrated moan, I walked somberly to the door, but not before I adjusted my panties and shorts. Stopping for a quick second to put my game face on, I pulled the door open. Standing in front of me was my mother, father, Gunner and Ellie. All four of them peering at me with wondering eyes. “Long time no see, family!” I said as I stepped out of the way and gestured for them to walk in. Looking over my shoulder, I did a double-take. Colt was walking down the stairs yawning, like he had just woken up.
Attempting not to laugh, I asked, “Did you sleep good, Colt?”
Giving me a naughty smile, he gave a jerky nod and said, “Yep.”
Gunner and my father both walked up to Colt and shook his hand. “How was the drive?” Colt asked as he flopped onto the sofa. I wanted desperately to sit next to him. To show our parents that we were together, and happy. Peeking over to my father, I couldn’t help but notice how he stared at Colt. Glancing at my mother, she was staring at me.
Dear God. Do they know? Can they tell? Placing my hands up to my cheeks, I could tell they were on fire. One look to my mother’s left and Ellie was staring at me. Swallowing hard, I jumped up. “I’m starved! Who’s down for some pizza?” Looking around the room, everyone stared at me. Snapping my head over to Colt, I widened my eyes and tried to give him a signal. I had a feeling we needed to be in a very public place . . . and fast.
Colt stood up quickly. “Yeah, pizza, my treat.”
As the two of us stood there, our parents just stared at us. Finally, the silence was broken.
My father cleared his throat and asked, “How long have the two of you been dating?”
Oh. My. Glitter. I’m pretty sure I just saw my entire life flash before my eyes. Taking one last look at Colt before my father beat him into the ground, I gave him a weak smile. Colt’s eyes were calm. They didn’t have the look of fear in them like I thought they should have. Returning my smile with a drop-me-to-my-knees smile of his own, he started walking over to me. The entire room seemed to have disappeared and it was only Colt and me. My senses went into overload as I smelled his musky scent before he even reached me. The memory of his lips on my skin caused my body to shudder. Walking up to me, Colt placed his hand on the side of my face and I instinctively rested my head in his hand. His thumb gently brushed across my skin, leaving a trail of tingles in its place. Colt’s smile grew bigger, as if he didn’t have a care in the world. His mouth parted open and he began to speak.