Page 66 of Wicked Fantasies

He bent forward and placed a chaste kiss on her cheek and she was surprised by the innocence of the gesture. She’d become so in tune to his aggressive, possessive claiming of her lips that the sweetness of his kiss sealed her fate.

“I’ll miss you every minute,” he said.

“Same here.”

“Save me a doughnut?”

“No promises there, big guy.”

He laughed and grabbed a clean shirt off the pile of clothes he’d finished washing. “God, I love you,” he said. Kylie felt her heart skip a beat at his admission. He didn’t seem to expect a reply as he gave her another quick kiss and said goodbye.

She stumbled out of the laundry room in time to watch him cut a swath through the house looking for his keys. She grinned at the familiarity of the scene despite the inner turmoil she felt swirling around her heart.

Damn man could never find his keys and hearing him curse as he continued his search soothed her.

Perhaps things were still okay.

No doubt he meant his proclamation of love in a casual way. A friend-to-friend way. She loved him and Heath after all and he hadn’t said, “I’m in love with you”. Simply “I love you”.

Feeling somewhat reassured by her rationalization, she decided to steer clear of the imminent eruption of his temper as she watched him accidentally bump his head on the door of the hall closet.

“I’m going to go grab a shower. Why don’t you look in the kitchen for your keys? I seem to recall seeing a set on the counter last night.”

Then, coward that she was, she beat a hasty retreat to the safety of her bedroom, anxious to escape not only Colt, but all the feelings he was stirring up inside of her.

Chapter Twelve

“Fuck,” Colt yelled, rubbing his chest where Heath’s shoulder caught him as they collided at the front door.

“Where’s the fire?”

“Sorry. I’m in a hurry. Got called into work. Couldn’t find my goddamned keys for ages.”

Heath smirked as he dropped the bag of doughnuts on the hall table. “So what else is new? Where’s Kylie?”

“She’s getting a quick shower.”

As Colt spoke, Heath looked at his friend for the first time since entering the house. “You two had sex.”

Colt grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. “What can I say? She can’t keep her hands off me. When I get back, we can issue our proposal, but until then, Heath, I fully expect you to do your part to continue convincing her how great a lifetime of fantasy weekends would be.”

Heath laughed, rubbing his hands together. “Gee, twist my arm. Kylie, all to myself for the afternoon. Don’t feel like you have to rush back on my account.”

“Asshole. If my cock weren’t so pleasantly sore, I’d probably be pissed, but fact is I’m beat.” Colt grabbed his leather jacket. “Take it easy on her. Poor girl’s had a busy morning.”

Heath shook his head as Colt left.

“Cocky bastard,” Kylie muttered behind him. “Couldn’t wait to brag, could he?”

He turned to see her dressed in her terry cloth robe, her hair wet and dripping. He drank in the sight of her looking so relaxed and at home. She looked the same as she had everyday for the past seven years, yet he was suddenly taken aback by how beautiful she was.

It was as if the blinders he’d worn for nearly a decade had fallen away and revealed a living, breathing Venus.

“I missed you,” he said softly. He walked over and wrapped his arms loosely around her waist. Even though she’d succumbed to Colt’s singular advances, a foolish part of him feared she might reject his.

Her soft lips landed on his cheek, giggling as she wiggled her nose against his unshaven jaw. “I missed you too.”

“Kylie.”

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